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While marching past me, she said icily, “Just make sure you don’t regret this. I don’t give second chances.” “Okay.” I nodded. With my back straight, I walked into the night.

“Mum… he said he’s sorry.” Sarah nodded slowly. “I heard.” “Do you believe him?” Daniel asked. Her answer came after a long, thoughtful pause. “I believe he regrets,” she said. “And regret is a starting point. Not the end.” Daniel didn’t reply. He leaned his head back against the seat, folding his arms as though he wanted to keep the emotions from spilling. Sarah watched him out of the corner of her eye — the way he blinked more slowly, the way he bit down slightly on the inside of his cheek.

Whatever it is, I no longer care. “No, that’s what she told you because that’s all she knew. Yes, I was the one behind it. I was the one who planned everything, but I never intended to ruin your life. I know what I did was wrong, but I have already regretted it.” Now he regrets it, only when it’s already too late? The saying is true: “Regret always comes at the end.” People only realize the weight of their actions once they’ve already hurt someone.

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

What if she hurt him? What if she spins lies into my boy's head and turns him against me? I palmed my head as the thoughts ravaged my heart, my soul. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should not have lost my anger. I should have hung up immediately I agreed to donate my kidney. Wave after wave of regret coursed through me, and I didn't wipe the tears that dripped down my face. I maintained that position for a long while, losing myself in the maelstrom of emotions coursing through me.

It wasn't deep, nor was it anything unforgettable. We gave it our all and sacrificed everything we had, yet we both ended up in such a state. We should cherish what we have. If I were to go through that again, the only thing I had left to offer was my life. "Pete, we both gave it a try. Although we failed, we have nothing to regret. We should let the past stay in the past." "No! I do have my regrets!" "But how much are regrets worth? Regret is one of the most common emotions humans feel. Could regret outweigh the billion-dollar contract that you've signed?

Olive explained hoarsely. Lyyana let out a sigh. She also regretted why her mother didn't receive better treatment until she passed away just like that. "If we talk about regret, it's not just Uncle and Aunt. Lyyana regrets not being able to provide the best treatment for Mom, letting Mom marry that jerk, causing Mom's shop to go bankrupt because of that jerk's debt, selling our childhood home, and many more regrets Lyyana has. But..." Lyyana paused, looking at each of them one by one. "Regret comes at the end. We shouldn't be trapped in that regret. It's better for us to start a new life now and consider yesterday's events as life experiences and memories."

“You will regret this.” I didn’t turn back. In my mind, I said the only thing I regretted was leaving Alice. And I kept walking.

CHAPTER 28: THE MAN WHO ARRIVED TOO LATE STARTED TO PANIC Regret is quiet at first. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t throw itself on the floor. It sits politely in your chest and waits for you to notice what is missing. And that was how it began for him. --- He told himself he was fine. People divorced every day. People moved on. People survived worse. He repeated those sentences like medicine. But medicine only works if you swallow it.

They've really missed you. As I cried uncontrollably, the door to the room opened. There, standing in the doorway, were my parents—aged, their hair touched with gray. A wave of guilt and regret flooded my chest as I looked at them. After hearing everything I'd been through, my father slammed his fist on the table, seething with rage. "We knew from the start you were going to marry him. But we never liked him! And now, he's got the nerve to hurt you?