I Won T Accept Your Regrets Spoiler Novels & Stories

"Nothing to feel sorry about. I've thought it over, and the best revenge I can have is to succeed on my own and raise my child without him." I nodded in agreement like she could see me. "Yeah, that's really the best revenge. Make him regret ever rejecting you and your baby. I'm so sorry this happened, but you're better off without him, Sabrina. He's an asshole." I tried to reassure her. "Thanks, I really appreciate this " "Please, take care." "Goodbye, Kris." She said softly. "Bingo!" Amelia exclaimed as she adjusted her computer to face me. As I ended the call with Sabrina, my brows furrowed as my eyes scanned the images on the screen that Amelia's search had revealed.

"The wish won't come true if you say it now." I raised my glass. "You owe me a lot of drinks after all these years." Nathan said nothing and downed his drink in a gulp. I refilled his glass right away. By the time he finished his third drink, Nathan's eyes were unfocused. He plopped down on the table. The smile on my lips vanished. A tear rolled down my cheek. A waiter came up to our table. Meanwhile, I took a card out of my bag. "Just do as I've instructed you before. Help me move him to this hotel room after I leave."

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling as I finally spoke. “You both will regret this.” I didn’t even know how. I didn’t know what I could do to them, how I could make them feel even a fraction of the pain I felt. But I meant it. I meant every word. Theresa’s mocking laughter filled the room, stopping me in my tracks. “Regret? How?” she sneered. “What exactly are you capable of?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “You have nothing, Alexandria. Everything belongs to Asher now.”

The betrayal cut so deep it almost didn’t feel real. Arden watched, silent. Not cruel, not kind — just steady. When she finally looked up, her eyes were red. “Why are you showing me this?” “Because,” he said, “you can keep being their victim, or you can remind them what they lost.” Her laugh came out hollow. “And how exactly do I do that?” He leaned forward, voice soft but sharp. “Come with me to the Silverwood–Murphy wedding. Walk in with me. Let them see what they threw away.”

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

The bond I once believed in, the vows I once cherished they all clawed at me, begging not to be erased. But there was no going back. Not anymore. Michael was waiting just outside the hospital doors when I emerged. My face was pale, my eyes red, but my chin was still lifted. "Well?" he asked, though the answer was already clear. "It's done." "Did he beg?" His tongue was light, teasing, but I saw him searching my face for cracks. "No. He didn't even flinch." "Forget him." He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, kicking at the ground. "You know, one day he's going to realize what he lost. And when he does, I'll laugh in his face."

As she sobbed so hard that she could barely catch her breath, she said, "How did this happen? I didn't know. I really didn't know... "Liam called me before the surgery. If only I had gone to see him... "I never meant for them to die..." I let out a mocking laugh. There was no medicine for regret in this world. I had long since stopped caring about feelings that came too late. After comforting her for a long time and seeing her emotions gradually settle, Tucker actually smiled and said, "In a way, this is a good thing too. You're no longer tied down by a family. "We can finally be together."

His eyes burned with regret. But he couldn’t give up. Deep down, he still loved Jade. “Jade, I’m sorry. I truly regret choosing Clara over you. Please give me a second chance. I promise I’ll make things right,” he pleaded, his voice trembling as Jade hurried into her car and drove off. He chased after her, but he couldn’t catch up. Defeated, he sank into regret. Later, he dined alone at a fancy restaurant, trying to drown his sorrows. When he returned home, he found the front door locked.

Sunlight sliced through the curtains. Alexander stirred first. He blinked, confused, then turned—and saw her. Melodie lay beside him, hair fanned out, eyes closed. Then it all came back. The garden. The kiss. The truth. The child. His body stiffened. --- Melodie’s eyes opened slowly. “You’re already regretting it.” “I...” He sat up. “Last night was real. But this morning...” Her voice was steady. “You want me to pretend it never happened.”

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos