Regrets Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Things… from before. If we were truly granted a second life, like you believe, what if she…?” I clenched my jaw. The idea haunted me. The guilt was a rot I couldn’t scrub clean. If she did remember everything — the cruelty, the indifference, the betrayal — how could she ever love me again? “I have to earn her back,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone. Elvis cleared his throat. “Then start by looking into Freya. She’s been… unpredictable.” I nodded. It was time to start peeling back the layers of this rotten palace.

He tossed his briefcase onto the couch and said sharply, "A grave plot? Why are you buying a grave?" I thought that he might have overheard something, and I opened my mouth to explain. But he merely sneered with a frown. "Lisa, do you know how embarrassing it was standing in that office? Janice was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe. The whole birthday party was ruined. Do you even know it was her 22nd birthday? Why can't you be more understanding of her?" I wasn't understanding enough of her? Then, who was the one who had been sidelined and humiliated all these years?

"Apologize to Zacharias right now, or else I'm not going to marry you. I know your family's stronger than mine, but I still won't marry a snake!" The box had a beautiful cover, but the sharp edges cut my chin open. The people around us gasped, but none came forward. I touched my chin, and a sliver of red stained my palm. This woman was not the one I knew. Now, she looked more like the one I saw in my past life. The one who yelled at me because of Zacharias. My heart was growing colder for her. "I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do." "You're going to regret this." Rachel held Zacharias and left.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

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.

he gestured to the table where he had been sitting, where his discarded cigarette was still smoking. I followed him on stiff legs and sat down on the chair opposite him. His curious, impatient eyes filled with pleased surprise, locked on me as soon as we sat down. “Well…?” He pressed for answers. I forced myself to shrug, lowering my eyes, letting them flicker to the floor like a woman caught in an embarrassing admission. “I don’t know. Maybe… maybe I’m having regrets. Maybe I’ve been imagining what could have been. What would have been my life… our lives if the past hadn't happened?” I managed to inject the right amount of regret in my voice.

"Do you regret it?" "Every day." His voice cracked. "I regret calling Hayes. I regret hiding in that car and watching him take you away. I regret staying silent for years. I regret not fighting harder to tell you the truth before you married him. But I don't regret spending two years searching for you. And I don't regret loving you, even if you can never feel the same way."

I answered, my voice just as firm as his. "Yes, but you also might not lose anything." "You can't be sure about that." "Just as you can't be sure that you will lose everything." Shawn's eyes became soft, and so was his voice. "There are a lot of things that we can't be sure of, Shawn. But there's one thing I am sure of that you'll feel if you let this go, and that is regret. You will definitely regret it if you don't do anything to fix what Shawn and you have. And I am telling you now, that regret won't be easy to dissipate. It will be with you for the rest of your life. Can you live all your life filled with regret?"

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."

Freya whispers. “Regret?” I ask. “It means to feel ashamed for a mistake. I heard it in a movie and asked Miss Gates what the word meant,” Freya says. “You, baby girl, are too smart. I’m not sure if he regrets it yet. I’m not him, and I don’t want to give you the wrong answer.” “Okay.” The nurse came back into the room to give Freya some Tylenol for her pain. After the nurse left, Marcel returned with a cup of coffee. I thanked him and took a sip as Freya closed her eyes again.