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Jasper's face darkened as he shouted, "She's my wife! I have the right to take her with me! Who do you think you are? She was that sick, and you didn't even bring her to the hospital. What are you plotting?" Martha's expression didn't change, but her voice was as cold as ice. "And now you realize she needed a burial plot? Where were you all back then? She was dying, and instead of coming to you, she knocked on my door. That alone tells you how utterly hopeless she felt about all of you." The silence thickened, and the standoff dragged on for a long while. In the end, Casey handed Martha a sum of money, and Jasper called the cemetery again. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Please cancel the

"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.

“As we got to know each other, I realized she had suffered a lot. I vowed to make all her wishes come true. But her lost daughter was the one thing I couldn't fulfill for her.” He paused, his eyes reflecting the pain of past regrets. “Thus, I supported her decision to come here today. Even though she still needs to rest. She had to be there for her only daughter. She can’t lose her again. Only when Noah is safe, can she go on with her life. I truly hope that you, the younger generation, will make the right choices. So you can live a life without regrets.” I looked at him, deeply moved by his words. “Thank you, Mr. Weston. Your support means a lot to us.”

“And has even been hurting innocent people, destroying lives, all for his own evil desires." "Jane, please," I begged. "Let me get you help. It's not too late…" “No.”She pressed her palm to her chest as if steadying a collapsing heart. “There is definitely no way I can keep living after knowing what I know," Jane said, her eyes meeting mine. They were the same color as Alex's, but where his held nothing but cruelty and madness, hers held only sorrow and regret. "I can't keep breathing the same air as him, knowing that I brought him into this world."

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 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."

"Someone like you will never think that you're in the wrong. If I let you go, you'll only think of ways to get back at me by making me grovel and beg for your mercy. Am I right?" Arthur, whose plans I had guessed correctly, shook his head vigorously. He begged, "I won't harass you ever again. I swear… I beg of you, Olivia. We were once husband and wife." I swung the rock at him. One time, two times, three times… I went on bashing him until that side of his face was bloody and mutilated. Arthur's agonized cries and my hysterical laughter echoed through the desolate factory building. Drops of his blood splattered on my face, and I instantly felt disgusted. Arthur was a revolting man, and I fou

Guilt and sympathy mingled within my chest, intertwining with a twinge of nostalgia for what once was. "Sarah, I understand that you have regrets," I responded, my voice firm yet tinged with a hint of empathy. "But as you heard earlier, I've found something special with Jasmine. We're building something real, and I can't turn away from that." Sarah's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice cracking with raw emotion as she begged for my forgiveness. Her words reverberated through the room, creating an unsettling tension that clung to the air.

Frustration. "Tell me, Hailey," he whispered, moving into me. "Do you regret it? Giving up on us?" I held my ground, gazing at him unflinchingly. "No." Something flickered in his eyes—hurt, anger, regret. He concealed it almost immediately, but I saw it. His hands twitched at his sides. "You should." I smiled slowly. "I regret nothing. But you? You should regret coming here." I wasn't fast enough, and he got there first, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You always were impulsive, Hailey."

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.