I Regret Almost Everything Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I nodded, didn't even glance back as we walked off together. Their chaos faded behind us. Yeah—I'd finally won. *** Time flew. Our kid was already toddling around. That afternoon, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the study. I drifted off in the rocking chair. In my dream, I was back in that old nightmare of a life. I saw Shelby—mute for years after Briana's wedding stunt—his eyes blazing red when he found out I'd died. The second he learned it was from domestic abuse, he snapped.

“I don’t regret anything, Anastasia. Not a single second. None. None at all. I don’t regret going with you here. I don’t regret talking to you. I don’t regret kissing you. I don’t regret anything that happened the moment I saw you” The words hit me harder than I expected. He stepped closer, voice low, rough around the edges. “But I knew you would.” My breath caught. I didn’t even understand why the tears came — they just did, hot and sudden, sliding down my cheeks before I could stop them. Something in his voice, in the way he said it, made my heart twist painfully. “Then are you regretting everything back then?” The words came out harsher than I intended, sharp with anger I didn’t know how

“You need to see that even though there are hundreds are ways that you’re not him, there’s one huge thing that separates you from him, that makes you so totally different from him. This thing means there’s literally not one damn hope in hell of you ever becoming him. No matter how much you may look like him. No matter how well you can punch, or how violent you can be when taking down some drunk with a knife… this one thing means that you’re not him. You’re better than him. You always have been, and you always will be.” “What?” he asked, desperate. “What’s the one thing?” “Regret.” He froze, staring at her. "You’re sorry for things you’ve done, even if you didn’t intend to get anyone hurt by

comforting. I let my eyes close and just tried to forget all about everything for a few moments. All I wanted was this quiet moment of rest to continue forever. "So what do we do now?" I pondered the question, and then realised that I had asked it. "I don't know," she said, her eyes bleary with fresh tears. "Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I reg

Eventually, his phone was turned off. I was about to try calling from another phone when the machine behind me suddenly started beeping an alarm, and I was quickly pushed out of the emergency room. After half an hour, the doctor emerged from the room and said to me, "I'm sorry. We did everything we could, but they didn't make it." I hadn't even said anything when a scream came from behind me. "What did you say?"

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

“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.”

She listened without a single expression, then simply said, "It's all in the past now." Yes, it was in the past, and it could never be changed. I had destroyed everything myself. I returned home and divorced Samantha. She took half of everything I owned, revealing her true nature. She told me she had always been after my money and that she was taking the child with her. I completely fell apart and cried right there. I regretted it so much. I regretted not daring to love Angela openly. Now I had lost her for good. I went bungee jumping to try to escape my pain, but the rope malfunctioned, and I fell hard.

Letting out a deep sigh, he leaned back into the sofa, relaxing into it as he stared at her. "Of course I was. Who wouldn't?" He asked rhetorically and chuckled. He continued. "It was the worst kind of pain I had ever felt back then. I couldn't even believe it, it felt like an impossible dream." Vicky felt something inside her break, she remembered the day she had left with Matthew Lee, she couldn't stop crying for days. She kept thinking about Romeo, regretting her decision every single day. Romeo smiled. "But, that was years ago, it took quite some time, true, but I've healed completely, it's like the scar was never there."

“I'm sorry.” That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.