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It was as if Regan was speaking to Ravelina but through his Mama, “I regret being persuaded by Viona’s words, who said to get rid of Kegan, I deeply regret not taking Kegan to the hospital, but instead letting Diego finish off Kegan,” “I deeply regret it!” Regan said that from the depths of his heart; he was utterly broken. This room became a witness to Regan’s confession and collapse, witnessed by Mama Renata and also Ravelina. Then, Regan looked at Ravelina, who now remained silent without a single word. “Ravelina, I am at fault. I have let you be deeply hurt by Kegan’s death. I know you are angry with me, and I know the reason you were willing to continue our marriage was for the sake of

"Serves him right. Billionaires like him think the world revolves around them. Look at how far she's come without his help." "Poor thing." That was enough. The murmurs continued to grow, and I clutched my chest, turning on my heels to leave the auditorium, feeling utterly devastated. Leaning against the car, I buried my head in my arms, consumed by regret. I never thought my actions would lead to this. Her coldness hurt me deeply, and I doubted if I could recover from the shock.

Collin’s Perspective A week had passed. Collin knew he needed time to purge himself emotionally from his firm and close connection to Deja Amanza Wright. He filed away all the memories of wishing, thinking, and dreaming about the girl he had wanted for so long but would never have by his side. Collin sadly mumbled. "It's done."

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

"That some part of her genuinely regretted everything she'd done. I should have known better." "We need to confront her," Nadia said. "Now, before she has any more time to hide behind vague explanations." They found Colleen in the library, exactly where she so often retreated, her composure faltering the moment she registered the fury in both their expressions. "What's happened?" she asked carefully. "You're funding Julian's defense," Damian said flatly. "Don't bother denying it. Priya has the records." Colleen's face paled, though she didn't immediately protest. "It's not what you think," she said quietly.

She giggles and shakes her head, eyeing me affectionately and I kick myself mentally again for the horrible way I treated her before. "Hannah," I say, pushing myself to hover over her. "I don't know if I've said this before, so I want you to know, I really am sorry for the way I treated you. I was stupid and selfish and very wrong. I just... I'm sorry." I try to push as much honesty and regret through our bond that I can, so she may be able to feel a little of it. Her eyes soften at me and she reaches up to hold my face in her hands.

"Thank you, man." "All the time, and be ready for tomorrow's surprise," Noah said, ending their call. Jared was left thinking about his wife and started to feel sad once again. From time to time, he had this kind of feeling towards Colleen that hurt him. He regretted his arrogance two years ago, and he was sure that he'd bring it to himself for the rest of his life. ❤️ Thank you for reading!

Like something that belonged only to this room. She looked up reluctantly. Cole studied her face for a long moment—thorough, the way he approached everything that mattered to him—before speaking. "I don't regret it. Yesterday. The night before." A pause. "Either of them." The confession settled directly into her chest and stayed there. Helen swallowed. "You should." "Do you?" She opened her mouth. Then closed it again. Because that was the honest problem. She'd tried. In the cab home. Lying awake at the ceiling. Standing in her kitchen this morning with both hands around her coffee trying to locate some reasonable version of regret.

My voice laced with impatience. The doctor shook his head quietly as he handed a file to me. “Your wife has just been diagnosed and attended to. From the tests, we were able to find out that she was poisoned.” “I said it!” I was so relieved to hear the doctor confirm that she was poisoned. Meanwhile, he kept staring at me in suspense, probably wondering why I had made that statement. “What was that about? Did anyone poison your wife?” “Not at all, doc.” I tried to hide the anger on my face. “Ummm… thank you very much for your hospitality. When will she be discharged?”

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.