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No one showed pity for those three people. Stella had been watching this quietly. She took a few sips of tea, and a cold look flashed across her eyes. This happened in her past life too. However, it was before she got married, and Eric had been out of the country. Noel did not stand by her side but barged into the old mansion with the Taylors. Old Mr. Chilton's heart softened after listening to the Taylors crying. He berated Noel's parents. Even though Noel's parents apologized, they found a new reason to kick out the Taylors not long after they returned home.

He said and I veered my gaze to Ralph in my fright. He had tears in his eyes and I had a swollen feeling of grief and fear within me. Both of us were on different levels of pain. While mine was emotional pain, his was more physical but we both shared one emotion, one similar pain. Regret. I was in regret and I could see that Ralph was. We were about to die because we had been stupid. I was about to die because I had been greedy. “Should I kill the King or the Queen first?” The Lycan King asked an open question.

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."

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

XENIA’S POV That night, I lit a small lamp and opened the windows in the study. Let the air move through the room. Let the silence stretch out. Then I whispered a quiet promise to the air, to the child beneath my hand, to the self I used to be: “You will not be forgotten.” And I believed it. ENDING SCENE REYNA’S POV They drew their line. And she didn’t cross it. She erased it. With every step forward.

Suddenly, Austin grabbed my hand and mumbled, "Lettie… Lettie, don't leave me, Lettie… Give it to me… Just one more time…" When I heard what he said, I felt my stomach churning. I was so disgusted that I needed to throw up. I angrily flung his hands off me and rushed into the toilet as I dry heaved into the toilet bowl. After I had run out of energy, I finally forced myself to claw against the wall and make it back onto my feet. I caught sight of my tired, exhausted face in the mirror and suddenly felt sorry for myself. How could I have put up with such a disgusting person for such a long time?

"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

Regret flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned urgent. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It's my fault, Mari! I know all of this happened because I was reckless! I won't do it again, so please, forgive me this one time." A wave of helplessness washed over Maria. She was afraid he would lose sight, too. However, she knew Richard would never change. He would always charge ahead on his own. She shook his hand off and looked straight at him. "Do you know how I felt when I sent Eleanor away and watched her pay for what she did? I was not just happy, but I was lost too. If she has paid for what she did, what about you?

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”