Novel & Cerita One Regret Is Enough

I wanted to open my eyes, look around and find myself in that place people go to when they die, but life's disappointment had sealed its fate with me and my expectations were never met. "Maraïda Elina Mendoza! I know you can hear me! Just please open your eyes and tell me you're OK." I could feel the agony in voice. I could feel the pain in her words, the tears in her hoarse voice. But I couldn't bring myself to regret anything. I hadn't intentionally jumped inside the highway to be knocked out by a running vehicle: but I still didn't regret it. It was an epic fail but still, no regrets. Although the feelings in me were all practically dead, in my mind I knew I had to feel sorry for Issa, sh

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

He should have kept an eye on her and paid her more attention but he hadn’t, and now, he was filled with regret. He turned another corner, deciding to employ his last decided resort, which was to check the security footage. Frankly, it should have been the first thing he did but he was so worried it skipped his mind entirely and now, what should have been his first move turned out to be his last. Just as he rounded the corner, he bumped into a solid chest that had him taking a few steps backwards. He steadied himself. “So sorry, I…” The words fizzled out in his throat the moment he lifted his head.

I knew I wouldn't escape, so I stared at him coldly. But he mistook my silence for a change of heart. He asked, "What's wrong? Regretting your actions? Ready to properly apologize to Naomi?" I coughed up blood. "I do regret it. I regret being with—" I regretted being with him. Before I could finish, I collapsed to the ground. As my vision faded, I faintly saw someone rushing toward me in a panic.

I wouldn’t let them get to me; all of them who had made life unbearable for me these past weeks, including my parents. I tapped my hand on the music player to turn it off. It seemed the magic wasn’t working; instead, things were taking a turn for the worse. I couldn’t just throw it away; not so fast, not when a string of my heart was still tied to it. I glanced at the timer once more; thirty minutes had passed, and he wasn’t here. Was he ever going to come? Was I ever going to execute all of those resurging thoughts alone in the dead of night? Should I let go of everything? A rush of disappointment washed over me, and I bowed my head in deep thought.

“I won’t let go. Selena, I’ll never let you go again. I won’t let what happened on the cruise ship happen a second time.” I closed my eyes. Unlike the struggle and heartbreak I felt three years ago, this time all I felt was frustration and resignation. I spoke calmly, “If you don’t let go, I’ll call someone. And the only one who’ll end up humiliated will be you.” Jasper stared at me, disbelief written all over his face as if he couldn’t comprehend how resolute I was. Of course, he wouldn’t have expected this. After all, three years ago, when Molly dumped coffee all over me, hadn’t I forgiven him?

Not our divorce. His regret.

I felt as though all strength had left my body at that moment, and I burst into tears. The feelings of rage, sadness, and indignation that I had pushed back all along washed over me in waves and almost drowned me. "I'm tired. I feel so tired. I can't hold on any longer." There was an awful, unbearable ache in my chest. I leaned against Nathan's shoulder and sobbed. "You taught me the importance of working hard for my future. As long as I worked hard, things would always turn for the better. Yet, why is it so hard to do that?"

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

"I'm only one year older than her, yet you've never even spared the money for a birthday cake for me." His eyes flickered with the slightest hesitation, but he still barked, "Can you stop being so petty?" Just then, footsteps were heard at the door. Casey and Janice had returned. Casey snarled, "You still have the nerve to talk about birthdays? After what you've done, you don't deserve one!" His face was flushed dark with rage, and his gaze was vicious. "Janice cried so hard because of you that she almost needed emergency treatment! She still wants to speak up for you, and you don't even feel guilty!"