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“Ummm… thank you very much for your hospitality. When will she be discharged?” “That should be by the weekend. She needs to undergo some other treatments to help her wounds heal completely.” “That's fine, doctor. I'll be back for her.” I hurriedly walked out of the doctor's office, the thought of Sarah attempting to kill me still bothering me seriously. Keila stood up as soon as she saw me approaching. “What was the outcome of the meeting "?

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

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.

The Architecture of Regret On the bed, the "Dissolution" papers were now entirely blank—white sheets of paper that felt like cold skin. Hope collapsed onto the duvet, the scent of her mother’s lavender perfume still clinging to the pillows, a cruel reminder of the woman she had betrayed for a seat at a table that had just been set on fire.

The betrayal sat like a heavy weight in my chest, suffocating me. Caroline let out a slow, tired breath. When she spoke again, her voice wasn’t sharp or demanding—it was quiet. Almost… remorseful. "Regan never loved you, Anastasia. Not in the way you deserved. And I—" She paused as if the words pained her to say. "I regret it. I regret standing by and watching it happen. I should have stopped it. I should have—" Her voice wavered before she steadied herself. "But it's too late now."

His eyes read so much, even though they were quick, he was desperate, nervous, pained and puzzled. He suspended the call and muttered: "Do have a lovely day, miss Kendra, and I hope to see you soon." Immediately he said those lines, he let out a smile, one that looked like a clown, and I was flustered. He took a calculative step forward, scrolling my eyes and I panted softly, flinching and folding my fist. Goosebumps held me as I was fidgeting. He was so close that I could feel his breath all over me.

"I was wrong, I know that. Just give me one more chance. Anna is dead. She didn't make it out of Level Three. There's no one left to come between us." I laughed, short and cold. "Rhett, you're the one who should never be forgiven. The truth is, you've never actually believed you did anything wrong. Give you another chance, and you'd make the same choices. You'd still go to that signing, and Ophelia would still die." He reached toward me, then let his hand drop. "Nora, I'm sorry. I regret everything." I looked up at the night sky and the stars scattered across it. "What is your regret worth, exactly? Can it give me back the years I lost? Can it give me back my daughter?"

Chapter 112 Colleen's head span, and she trembled all over. Now, no one could save her. Delbert threw the phone at her feet and glared at her. He coldly commanded Cory, "Make her disappear from my sight immediately! The sooner, the better!" Cory complied and moved forward to drag Colleen away. Colleen's face turned pale, and she crawled to Delbert's feet, clutching his pants and continuously begging for mercy. "I'm sorry, Mr. Delbert. I was wrong. I shouldn't have bullied Miss Harriet or spoken ill of her behind her back. Please spare me."

Because he was right. Without context, it looked like I went willingly. Like I gave him the shares. Like I was in love. “Do we have anything else on the drive?” I whispered. An agent nodded. “Bank records. Emails. And...” He hesitated. “Photos. From your hospital room. 2023. The day you lost the baby.” The floor fell out from under me. “What?” He turned the monitor. Me. In a hospital gown asleep. David sitting next to the bed, holding my hand.

Haley was unsure of how to react to what Stephanie had said. After waiting for a response, Stephanie appeared to read her thoughts. "Mrs. Colin, I'm not here to convince you. Even though sir Desmond and ma’am Arlene and I are initially from the same place, I will always remember your generosity toward me throughout the years. There's no need for me to stay now that you're gone. At the end of the year, I want to retire and return home.” A hint of regret crossed Haley’s mind. "You've been treated well by the Colin’s, Steph. I'm not the reason you have to go."