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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!?”

Yes, she regretted it. She really regretted it.

he whispered. Freya leaned into him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Everything,” she said softly. “Regrets?” he asked. She turned her head slightly, looking up at him. “No. Of course not,” she said. Her smile widened as she gazed into his beautiful silver eyes. “For the first time in my life, I don't have a single regret.” Diego kissed her temple, holding her tighter. “Now that's what I've always wanted to hear.”

I shrug at him and look up to meet his eyes. “The way you treated me; your reasons don’t make sense. You were so harsh, so cruel.” I say bitterly and he nods. “I have no good reasons. Just know I regretted my actions long before you became my mate.”

When I answered, I already knew what to expect. Before Lily came back, I had held onto a glimmer of hope—hope that Silas’s indifference was temporary, that one day Yael and I could thaw his cold heart. Sadly, now I realized that some hearts could never be warmed. It was my own fault for wishing for too much and being greedy. On the phone, Silas’s voice carried a hint of exhaustion. “I had too much going on yesterday and couldn’t make it.” I responded flatly, “It’s fine. Yael is used to it.”

But she endured. Because each lesson brought the melody closer to the man who had forgotten her. And maybe—just maybe—he’d remember. --- One evening, Melodie sat alone in the corner. She held the flute, turned it over, and began scratching letters into the inner reed with a sewing pin. R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R. She stared at the word. “I never broke my promise,” she whispered. --- Upstairs, Alexander sat alone, the straw whistle in one hand, a war ledger in the other.

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

"Follow me." Two hours later, I'd tried on more clothes than I owned in my entire life. The saleswoman—Margot—had an eye for what worked. She pulled dresses that skimmed my curves without being revealing, separates that could mix and match into dozens of outfits, shoes that added height and confidence with every step. "This one," Margot said near the end, holding up a dress the color of deep burgundy wine. "For when you're ready to make them all regret everything."

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

The scratch that they found at the cross was due to the cross falling from a high place and causing the cross to break in two. They both thanked him before walking out of the church. Shana decided to stop by the bookstore to pick up some books to read over the weekend since neither of them had anything else to do. The rest of the day went by quickly. They spend the rest of the day at home. Shana was sitting in the living room, reading a book she had recently purchased. It wasn't just any ordinary book; it was filled with dirty talk. Shana was obviously so preoccupied with reading it that she didn't notice her surroundings. He snatched the book from her grasp.