It Is With Deep Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You can't do that. You can't act as though we're. significant to each other. Not anymore." A brief look of something crossed his eyes—maybe it was hurt. But it didn't matter much. It would never matter enough. "I know I hurt you." I gave him a scornful laugh. "That's an understatement." He glanced down for a moment, then for the right words to say. "I regret it." I stiffened. Regret. Such a simple word for something that had destroyed me. "Do you regret it?" I asked quietly but firmly. "Do you regret cheating on me? Do you regret lying? Or do you regret that our son is dead because of you?"

Then, in a flash, Becky was holding his hand, and all I could see were their backs as I tried to catch up. When I woke up, my face was wet with tears. The door to the basement swung open, and the butler gave me a nod. "Ms. Gilbert, Mr. Gilbert says you've been punished enough. You can go now." I dried my tears, hauled up my heavy body, and went straight to my room to pack. I was not just leaving the basement. I was leaving this house for good. I did not want my last days to be filled with pain. I just wanted to find a quiet place to be alone and let go.

Without hesitation, head bowed low, Lewis turned and walked away, carrying the burden of regret with him. ****

I couldn’t help but wonder what had troubled him but I had to act turf. “What do you want today, Nathan?.” I said with a high pitched voice that lacked any real bark. I was trying to sound nonchalant but I don’t think it was working. “I’m really sorry Les,” Nathan said with a low voice. His eyes filled with deep sadness. “There’s been some issues at Greystone and I have to go back. The park needs me.” Nathan turned to look at me, his eyes searching for something. A low sigh came from him as he voiced out. “I truly don’t want to leave you till you forgive me but I really need to help the park.”

I held my head in total confusion, while pacing about helplessly. Keila, my bridesmaid, was also helpless. She could literally do nothing to make me feel better. “Sarah, I think we should go in and inform the people what happened.” “How do you expect me to face that crowd? What am I supposed to tell them right now? That my husband left me immediately after we were wedded? Come on!” My voice shook terribly. I was literally going crazy. Keila placed a hand on my back, stroking it gently. Her eyes clouded up with pity. “But we still need to go in and at least say something. The people are waiting.”

“Sarah, I’m so sorry…” Leisha stood to the side, watching this scene without a hint of sympathy. She sneered. “Oh, now you realize you were wrong? Now you want to admit your mistakes? It’s too late!” My mother looked up at her, tears in her eyes. “But I truly regret it! I know I’ve done so many things wrong…” “Regret?” Leisha interrupted. “Do you think a few words like ‘I’m sorry’ can make up for the past? Do you think that will bring the dead back to life?”

I said softly, without regret. To be continued…

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

I can only imagine the hurt and disappointment you must feel, and for that, I am truly sorry. You deserve someone who is fully committed to you, and right now, I cannot be that person. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us to continue this relationship under these circumstances. Ending our engagement is the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make, but I believe it is the right thing to do. Please know that this decision was not made lightly, and it is filled with regret and sorrow for the pain it causes you. I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

She whispered: “Mommy, why does that man's face look so red?” I smoothed her damp hair back. “Because he threw away the best thing he ever had, and now it's too late for regrets.” The red in Dante's face went toward purple. Humiliated by a civilian in front of everyone. Exposed by a five-year-old. Whatever was left of his dignity crumbled. “Mia. Don't push me.” He stepped forward fast, hand reaching for my arm. “A Moretti woman doesn't just leave for whoever she—” His hand didn't reach me.