Ignore Hubby And Son's Regret, Shining Now Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Because no amount of regret can change anything. This is the reality, Anya. My son is dead Killian is married And they have a son. I can’t just turn a blind eye on those things.”

“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.”

“I don’t have time to argue with you now. My only concern is Kimberley’s condition. Prepare yourself… for losing the title.” Then he left the room, the door crashing closed with a loud bang. Six hours ago I thought I was building a family. Now my husband was in another room calling another woman darling while I bled alone. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Moon Goddess. The same prayer I’d said every night for three years. Please show him the truth. Please help him see that I would never hurt anyone. Please don’t let my son grow up believing his mother is evil. But the Goddess didn’t answer. She never did. Not when Kimberley disappeared. Not when I begged her to help me be a good Luna. Not

I threw the phone at the wall in a fit of rage. Even if I tried to to deny it, it was clear that he still had something for her. I was the only fool who haboured a useless hope to finally gain my husband's love. Everything was just a lie and I refused to see it. I cried into the pillow until it was soaked in tears. My hopes and dreams were shattered and my future was uncertain. With Anna’s return, what would happen to our marriage. Would Murcus leave me for her? All those questions tortured me to sleep.

Luna, who had been patiently waiting in my room with the twins, instantly sensed the turmoil that consumed me. Her eyes darted across mine, seeking answers, as she anticipated my response. Yet, words failed me at that moment. The torrent of events that had unfolded left me speechless, enveloped in a maelstrom of pain, anger, and overwhelming regret. As tears welled up in my eyes, I found myself unable to meet Luna's desperate gaze. The weight of the impending tragedy consumed me, and I struggled to hold back the sobs threatening to escape. "Bryan... Tomorrow, under the shroud of darkness, they will take his life, and his father will be cast out. They claim it's an 'eye for an eye, claw for c

“The countdown is 03:59:47. My daddy has already chosen your wedding suit.” My necklace pulses hotter. The hologram still hangs on the snowy air, and the vision continues. In A Flash Back— It shows Kieran’s father looming over him, holding a matchbox. “Burn it, Kieran. Or I burn her.” Young Kieran cried and struck the match. Flames devour my family’s faces in the picture. In The Present Moment— The hologram paused, and I fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Snow entered through my jeans and froze my knees. “You knew?”

All of the grudges were forgotten for the time being and all that could be felt in the room were love and happiness. The next day when Jonathan came to meet her he looked different. His eyes seem to drift to meet her gaze on reflex, but his gaze is haunted and unseeing. There's guilt and shame shining in them underneath all the worry, and Trisha knows he's spiralling back into that vortex of self-hatred he lived all his life in.

"Please, Adrian. Don't leave me." His father kneeled beside us, his eyes filled with pain and regret. "I'm so sorry, my son," he whispered, his voice breaking. As his wife's magic continued to flow, slowly, I could see the colour returning to Adrian's cheeks. His breathing steadied, and the pain in his eyes began to fade. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a love that made me shiver and my heart skip a beat. "Hazal," he whispered, his voice stronger now. "Thank you."

He has another family. The realization isn’t a knife to the heart. It’s a anesthesia. A cold, clarifying numbness that spreads to my fingertips. I look from the ghost of Daniel in the photo on his screen to the living man, now guilty and frozen, to my own son fighting his way back to a world that has fundamentally shifted.

she replied in a neutral tone but deep down felt sad to notice the sad glint in his eyes. “Thank you for fulfilling my wish,” and with that, the sad glint disappears from his eyes. “Why did you do it? Why did you ruin everything between us?” she choked, thinking of all the times she, Sharon, and Elijah had to spend together, their laughing, fighting, and fun moments. “I don’t regret doing anything,” he replied, but there was no anger in his voice. His voice was as if he accepted what was coming ahead. “Sharon loves you,” she whispered over the phone, holding on to Abram’s hand.