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"Alex doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t say anything to him, okay?" Ivory nodded. "I promise, I'll not mention this in front of him." "Thanks," Eric gave her a look which Ivory couldn't find a name yet, "When you love someone, don’t waste time Ivory, don’t let your pride or fear stop you. When it’s too late, no amount of regret will bring them back, I wasted time, maybe if I was quicker, I might've got more time to spend with her rather than crying for her, atleast I got six months to be with her now, though it'll be a lifelong regret later, do you want to regret too?"

The one who wanted to own me, and who couldn't stand seeing me happy without him. The man I'd spoken to today wasn't that man. He was something else, and one I wasn't ready to name. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out into the lobby. "Regret," I whispered, the right word suddenly coming to me. Regret was far more dangerous than hatred. Hatred was easy to walk away from. I'd walked away from hatred a thousand times. But regret had a way of making you look back. I looked toward the elevators, toward the man I'd spent two years trying to forget, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, forgetting him wasn't possible.

A sharp exhale escapes his lips before he speaks, and for the first time in a long while, I see it. Regret. The kind that buries itself deep in a person’s soul, gnawing at them from the inside out. "Clement Thompson was my best friend since high school," he says, his voice carrying the weight of years gone by. "We were like brothers, always looking out for each other. When college came, we were inseparable—both heirs to powerful family businesses, already interning at our fathers’ companies, preparing to take over one day. Life was good, predictable even. Until I met Gladys."

Why would he allow me to visit Killan? He stood up and walked toward the window, his gaze distant. The light outside was still bright. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before speaking again, "Sometimes we wish for a life without regrets. But regrets have their own beauty. I've had my share of regrets in the past. My history is riddled with them. Yet, I've never attempted to erase them completely. They're a part of me. I embrace and cherish them until they intersect with something pivotal. To truly regret is to experience life anew." "What are you trying to say?"

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He points out and I sigh. "The way you treated me says more about you than it does about me." I say firmly and I feel a fresh bout of regret barrel into me from my bond with Micah. I reach up to hold his hands that are clasped around my waist and squeeze them gently, letting him know that I have forgiven him. I won't let some bad memories stop us from enjoying a loving mate bond. It would be cheating myself just as much as him, and I refuse to do that to myself.

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

The more they read, the more ashen their faces became. If the footage of Janice had already enraged them, then what followed in the chat history revealed the true face of the five years of hell I endured. "Lisa Carter, you think you're smart? Try beating my score again and see what happens." "Meet me at the usual spot after school. You'll finally see what kind of people you really deserve. You'll regret it if you don't turn up." "You told them I didn't buy your meds? Do you have a death wish?"

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”