His Regret, Her Name, My Freedom Novels & Stories

“No, you didn’t. You told me the truth, remember? You mustered the courage to show me who you are. You have always been true to me.” His eyes widened. “You mean you didn’t forget it that night?” “No.” “And you still accepted us and lived with us after knowing who we are?” I sobbed. “How could I not? Both of you loved me even when you didn’t know who I am. And even if you knew the truth now, you still love me. And I feel the same, Val. My only regret was that I pushed you away before. I’m sorry about that. I was too guilty that’s why I couldn’t tell you that I remembered that night. But it will never happen again. With or without my memories, you will always be my soulmate. You will always be

The question left her lips as little more than a whisper. "Why ????....was I worth all of this?" The tears came freely now, her shoulders trembling as months of fear, anger, and heartbreak finally broke through the walls she'd built around herself. "I lost my name..." Her voice shook. "My future." "My freedom." She looked into his eyes, desperate for the truth. "So tell me..." Her tears caught the sunlight as they fell. "Why me?" For a long moment, Alessandro said nothing. The fountain continued its quiet song between them, each drop of water stretching the silence until it almost hurt.

“You walk away. You keep your toy voice-box quiet. You pretend tonight never happened. And I pretend you’re still a person worth remembering. Because if you breathe one syllable to Vuk, to the court, to anyone about that night, about the information I milked out of you while you came apart under me—I will open you from navel to sternum and make sure the last thing your eyes see is my knife twisting. Slowly.” I released him. Stepped back. He rubbed the bruised wrist, eyes blazing liquid hate, but he didn’t lunge. Didn’t speak. Just stared—promising a future debt collection without needing a single word translated. I turned. Walked into the snow. Behind me the vocoder buzzed once more, almost

The effect of being disappointed and divorced with my husband, wandering these quiet and cold streets, I considered normal. The point was, I just wanted to get as far away from them as possible. I wanted to take myself and the child in my womb far away from those two evil people. Even if I had to brave the snowstorm and the extreme cold, even if I was alone with only the clothes on my body, even if I didn't know where I was going, at least... at least, I managed to get away from the people who hurt me. I am too precious to stay with a man who has made me his second choice.

He ranted as he struggled against the police, trying to land another hit. Danielle wailed till her eyes swelled up. Due to the chaos of the situation, the police had no choice but to clear the crowd. Mason had been watching from the sidelines and suddenly approached them. It was as though Danielle had seen her savior. "Mason, save me. I'm in pain." However, what awaited her was not Mason's consolation. He questioned her, "Since you swapped me off, why are you trying to reclaim me? You didn't do it early, nor did you wait. You intentionally did so on the happiest day of my life."

JASPER Hearing Quinn's voice should have brought me peace. Instead, it ruined what little was left of me. Not today… Those two words followed me through the night like a curse. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard them again. Not today. Not today. Not today. By sunrise, I was still sitting in my office. The coffee beside me had gone cold, and the files on my desk remained untouched. The city outside was awake and moving forward. Mine wasn't. For the first time in years, I had nothing to distract me from my regrets.

She would use her former identity, Kira Hamilton, to live a good life from now on! “I struggled hard to get to where I am now, if I look back, I’ll regret it.”

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Her hand again caressed her stomach. “We’ll be fine,” she whispered softly. In two different places, two people who had once been bound by marriage spent the night with opposite feelings. Camelia began to move forward. Meanwhile, Calvin, without realizing it, was becoming more and more trapped in a regret he had yet to admit. “Am I regretful? Oh no, this isn’t regret. I just want revenge on her,” Calvin muttered.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"