Novel & Cerita His Regret, Her Name, My Freedom

All the names they called me—cheap girl, worthless, pathetic beggar—and the child I'd never get to hold. There was nothing left to forgive. My voice was cold, my words final. "I wish I'd never met you." He stiffened, speechless, frozen where he stood. I turned away and walked toward the gate. But before stepping through, I glanced back once more. "Oh, and by the way—your mother's one hundred million dollars? I donated it all to an orphanage, in memory of the child I lost." Shock washed over his face. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He just stood there, motionless, like a statue.

As bitter as it is, I’ll surrender my freedom—not for love, but for revenge. Hugo, one day you’ll come face to face with the real Tatiana—the woman you shattered with your words and your rejection. And when that day comes, I want to see you standing alone—Without power. Without a name. Without a soul left beside you. Just you… and the shadow of your own regrets.

She tried to recall the voice and realized that it belonged to Josiah. Josiah was addressing her as Edith? She started laughing. It took Nia's death to make Josiah finally call her Edith. But what was the point? She opened her eyes gradually, stared at him, and murmured under her breath, "Josiah Shelby, you're drowning in regret aren't you?" "Yes." He nodded. It was as if he was drowning in a sea full of regrets and he was suffocating. "If you feel bad for me, then please let me go, let me be free…will you?" She took back her hands and started removing the bandage on her wrist.

They mixed with the rain, but somehow they were different - brighter, heavier, saturated with immense sorrow. The pain in her expression, the way her hands shook as she held the man, felt too real, too raw. "Forgive me," her voice resonated within their consciousness, carrying the weight of timeless regret. "This suffering was never my intent for you. This endless cycle of rebirth, countless chances to begin anew, hoping that one day your path might lead to a different end... this fate you wove through choice and sacrifice was never what I desired." She brushed wet hair from the man's face with fingers.

"Then I'm going to rebuild everything I gave up for him." Sophia smiled, fierce and proud. "That's my girl." As we drove away, I felt something stirring inside me. Not hope exactly, but something harder, something with teeth. Alex Hayes had made a mistake when he left me to die. He'd underestimated me, dismissed me as weak and worthless and easily discarded. He was going to learn just how wrong he was. But right now, as the house disappeared in the rearview mirror, all I felt was relief. I was finally free.

“Sera, can you stop being so unreasonable? Angela’s just a young girl. Why are you so jealous? She’s lying on the roadside, hurt. Do you expect me to ignore her? I’m not as cold-blooded as you!” He kicked me out of the car without the slightest care. My phone was broken, so calling a cab wasn’t even an option. The rainstorm came fast and furious, trapping me at a tiny bus stop. The wound began to ache sharply as a chill rose in my heart. I never thought that, in this lifetime, I would cry over two dollars. Humbled and drenched, I had no choice but to accept a stranger’s charity to make it home. By the time I reached the house, the rain had stopped, but my heart had completely turned cold.

He was so close that I could feel his breath all over me. "I hope you'll regard me with love this time around." He faded away after those lines and, for a moment, I felt a part of me was gone again. Shifting my gaze back to the exit door, I realized it was gloomy outside and I suddenly desired to drown in it. Who would have thought something as colorless as water could make the sky dark? It had started to drizzle. I tried to rub the condensed water droplet on the glassy wall of the restaurant to get a clear view of the busy

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

“Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.” One by one, I pried his fingers off my arm. With each finger released, it felt like I was untangling the last of what had once bound us together. “Stop holding on, Silas. You married me out of obligation, and I’ve let you go. Let’s part ways peacefully.” When the last of his fingers slipped free, he collapsed onto the couch, his hands limp at his sides. He buried his face in his hands, his voice breaking as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”