Novel & Cerita I Wont Accept Your Regrets Spoiler

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.

SLAP! “Fu***ng bastard! ” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. A red handprint bloomed on his cheek, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stood there, his eyes filled with desperate longing. “Can you come back?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Come back to what?" I shot back, my words like venom. “This is the path you chose, Cole! Don’t tell me you regret it now.” “Yes, I regret it! ” he blurted out, the raw emotion in his voice catching me off guard. “I never thought I’d feel this way, but I do. I regret everything. I regret driving you away.” I froze, momentarily stunned. This was Cole, proud, arrogant Cole.

" I didn't turn back. I didn't look back. I just walked straight out of the house into the night. No regrets, he deserves what's coming for him

When she finally met his eyes, she whispered, “Do you regret it?” “Regret what?” “Letting me in. Loving me.” He was across the room in two steps. He knelt before her, gripping her thighs, forehead pressed to her knees. “I don’t regret you,” he said hoarsely. “I regret that I couldn’t keep the people I trusted from turning on us.” Sophia cradled his face in her hands. “Then we finish this. Together.” He looked up at her, something dark and determined lighting his features. “No more mercy. No more negotiations. I’ll burn every inch of this world down before I let him win.”

Why not? Numbness spreads through my fingers and toes, but I'm proud to say that I act normal. Like my whole world isn't crashing down around my ears. Like my sweet boyfriend isn't waiting for me in the parking lot, clueless as fuck. "As in... you didn't want me to come? You regret what happened yesterday?" Will I die of this sweet ache? "I—regret? Theresa, come on." Dr Strom glares at me like I'm the one who's being confusing as hell. "Of course I don't regret it one bit. That was—I will treasure that memory, even if we don't... even if we never..."

I don’t want him to walk off into the night with a head full of regrets, any more than I want to erase what happened here. I have no regrets. Not a single one. I don’t regret taking Moona Avii and filling her full of my cum, and I don’t regret sharing her with Brian, either. One of us was going to lose out big time, I didn’t want it to be him, and I sure as fuck didn’t want it to be me. “I’m not going to run off,” he tells her. “I’d never run off from you. I’m the one who came running after you, remember?”

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

“That’s new.” A flicker of wry something crossed his face. He looked—tired. Regret lined the corners of his eyes. “I remember a lot of things,” he said. “More than I’d like.” Images slammed into my mind. The training yard, damp earth under my knees, his voice saying, “I reject you, Aria. You’re not worthy.” The balcony, his gaze bored, my collar biting, the dart flying. “You regret losing a ‘member of your pack’?” I asked. “Or do you regret losing your favorite convenient sacrifice when she stopped dying where she was told?”

For the first time in years, I forgot to be angry. When he walked me to my door, he didn't try to kiss me. He just took my hand and held it for a long moment. His palm was warm. Calloused. Real. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow is Lily's parent-teacher conference." "Then I'll see you at Lily's parent-teacher conference." I laughed. "You're not giving up, are you?" "I gave up once." His voice dropped. "It almost killed me. I'm not making that mistake again."

With a few swift, elegant strokes, she signed her name on the dotted line, officially ending our legal marriage. She dropped the pen onto the desk, looking directly into my eyes. Her expression was completely unreadable. "Now you can reject me," she said, her voice terrifyingly steady. My heart did a violent plunge. This was it. The final step. I stood up from my chair, drawing myself up to my full height to face her. I looked deep into her dark eyes, pushing past the sudden, suffocating wave of regret that tried to choke me. I needed to be free.