Regretted 소설 & 이야기

He spoke with a deep sense of regret and sadness in his voice. “I am truly sorry,” he said, his words carrying the weight of his remorse. “I failed to consider your perspective, and I deeply regret that.”

But then, he stubbornly said, "I can live without the company. I just want you back. I'd give up anything to be with you." Sasha's lips curled into a derisive smile. She lifted her cold gaze and said, "I know you, Aidan. Even if I walked away with you today, you'd regret it ten years from now. You'd tell me, 'Sasha, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so broke.'" "You're just a selfish businessman, Aidan. You're always calculating what you can gain and what you might lose. Why bother pretending you're some lovesick fool? I know you better than you think."

That sentence that he uttered felt like scraping open an unhealed wound and watching it bleed out. "Clara, I'm sorry..." he croaked, ruffling his hair. Mike turned around and kicked his car. "I swear I-" "-am sorry?" I mimicked. "If you want to right every wrong, try turning back time, rather than stand here and try to portray yourself as a person you're not. I know how rotten you are deep down, and my daughter wouldn't be an excuse for you to justify your actions."

His choked sobs. His regret. His unwillingness to let go. That night, he was no longer the confident, powerful president of Aureate, no longer the domineering young master of the Jackson family. He was just a heartbroken boy who broke his promise and lost the girl he loved. He wanted so badly to go back, to turn back time, to cut open his chest and show her his heart—to prove he would never make the same mistake again… But he also knew: there was no going back.

There was even a trace of pain. She did not understand it then. Now that she remembered it, she felt mixed emotions about it. Stella was stubborn enough to march through her miserable life alone in her past life while Eric kept his secret hidden deep inside his heart. They missed out on each other for years because of this.

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

It was the smile I had fallen in love with years ago, before the money and the lies and the pain. "One step at a time," he said. "One step at a time."

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.

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.