Novelas y relatos de Regression - Second Chance At Life

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

"Because the next group coming in is a delegation from the city council. They are highly observant. Show them that Larry's judgment—on you, and on this establishment—is sound." He walked away, leaving me alone with the list of minute failures. Two point three minutes. A 45^\circ bow. It was impossible, insane perfection. But I understood the game. Larry wasn't trying to punish the woman who left him; he was demanding that the woman who stayed be worthy of the opportunity he gave her. I reread the critique, not with anger, but with grim determination. I straightened my uniform, smoothed the purple wig, and walked back out onto the floor, ready for the next test. If Larry wanted flawless, I wo

I said curiously. "Well, I don’t know but I am pretty sure that those two devils are up to no good". Liam replied. "So, what’s the second step, since our first one was a quick success, I suppose that we are going to proceed towards our second step". I asked. "Yes, we are going to. Listen closely, if we make a mistake on this step, trust me our plan will be a failure." I nodded and listened closely. "So, the second step is…."

"What do you mean?" "Thomas, Melina was pregnant for you before now, and she miscarried because of this same James." Katherine must have heard Melina say his name. Thomas freezes and just stares at his mother as he tries to make sense of her words. Melina was expecting his child for the second time. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he’d created a human being with Melina, not just once but twice, and he's only finding out now. Now they’re no more; Thomas couldn’t believe it. He lost the chance to be a dad before he knew he was one. Thomas' heart clenches in his chest. His heart aches for his unborn children.

“Gregory, your last week's income was 20 million, earlier this week it was 25 million. Deacon pleaded on your behalf under a condition, and with this, I won't it a grateful second chance” Gregory's seat became hot as he began to fidget more, as Sebastian fired him with those words. “This week…..sal…..sales is not that poor ... .an….” “Repeat that statement, you could not complete this week's sales to 40 million to make up for last week. I know giving you a second chance would definitely be a mistake” Sebastian said. “Sir, gimme a 24 hours, I will reach 40 million. Presently it's in 39.5 million”

But I wasn’t looking away. Damon leaned back, his tone casual, but his eyes never softened. “Let me make one thing clear to everyone in this room. Langford Global does not run on misunderstandings. We run on results. I don’t give in to excuses. I don’t give in to weakness. And I don’t give in to the doctrine of second chances.” Something inside me twisted. Second chances were the ground I stood on. Without them, I wouldn’t still be breathing. Without them, Liam wouldn’t still be fighting. My whole life was stitched together with them, fragile but holding.

I stepped aside and let her grab at nothing. "How do you even know what that does? Give it back. You're a commoner. You have no business touching anything that belongs to Tristan." I knew what the whistle did because in another lifetime, Tristan had told me himself. By that point, I'd already regressed forty-seven times, and each life had lasted a little longer than the one before. He'd said he wanted to repay me for saving him, so he'd brought me to his estate and announced to everyone that he intended to make me his consort.

Stuck in what-ifs. The more I stared at her picture, the more I wished I could roll back time. I wished for a second chance. Just one chance to fix what I broke. If I died today and had the chance to return, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d choose Eunice again. And I’d make damn sure I never made the mistake I made. A burning feeling built in my throat as I finally looked away from her picture. I turned my eyes back to the crack. I divided it carefully into separate lines on the table. I had never done this before, so I’d spent hours earlier watching videos online. I memorized everything I could.

he retorted, cringing his brows. We walked slowly, welcoming the silence. I had made lemonades with the lemons life had thrown at me. My life was filled with different wrong decisions and costly errors, but at the end of it all, I had the opportunity for a second chance. Though I might not be forgotten as the sl*t who stole a Luna's Alpha, and may not be able control people's perception of me, at least I know within me that that doesn't define my worth.

Now move on:)" My eyes watered and realization like a brick hit my face. My fingers with which I was holding the chit stung. T-the words in the chit were on point. It was as though the jar knew what I was feeling and made me lift the chit that I needed to read. My eyes lingered on the line talking about 'second chance', and it made my heart pound hard. I sucked a deep breath as pain clawed through me. "How can I end up in the same situation in my second life?! I... I am probably the luckiest one to have gotten a second chance. Not every other person comes back in time to relive and get an opportunity to change their future. I did. But what am I doing... I'm ruining it all again."