Regretting You Colleen Hoover Pdf の小説・ストーリー

"I always said that Ms. Jackson was so beautiful and talented, so how could she give birth to a daughter who's so useless? Turns out, she isn't." "How could someone so talented give birth to someone so useless?" Riley went from shock to calm. "Didn't you hear me talking to you?" Christine regretted not using Yasmin's assistant from the start. This one really couldn't do anything right. "If you hadn't been so careless with the camera and asked me such stupid questions, we wouldn't be in this mess!" "I wouldn't be getting cursed all over the internet…" "I'm quitting!" "What?"

I managed to say, my voice wavering. A flicker of sorrow danced across her features, her eyes filled with regret. "I made mistakes, Isla," she confessed, her voice laced with remorse. "I thought I was protecting you by keeping away. But now, looking at the strong, resilient woman you've become, I realise I deprived you of a part of yourself.”

She closed the door behind her, leaving Michael alone in the hallway, his hand still resting on the doorframe as he stared at the spot where she had stood. Michael leaned his head against the cool wood of the door, the regret settling in his chest like a stone. He had wanted to make things right, to bridge the gap between him and Wanda, but now it felt wider than ever. The past he thought he had moved on from was still there, lurking in every corner, pulling him back just when he thought he was free. And as he stood there, the echoes of Martha’s words and Wanda’s pained expression played over in his mind, a reminder that some mistakes were harder to outrun than others.

My silence must have sounded like confirmation because Rean let out a weary sigh. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I never should've arranged your marriage to Dylan. The two of you didn't even know each other back then. It must have been hard on you all these years." Did my father finally realize how unfairly I'd been treated? Had he known all along that his own daughter had been miserable in this marriage? A bitter scoff escaped me before I could stop it. I never expected to hear those words from him. My chest tightened painfully. How ironic. His regret had come three years too late.

They had traded a lifetime of syndicate protection and untaxed gold bullion for a cheap holiday bird and the fleeting high of internet validation. Elena started rambling again, her voice cracking as she begged for forgiveness, saying she should have stood by my side during the Thanksgiving audit. She looked at me with hollow, desperate eyes, praying for a handout or a drop of my old mercy. I didn't care to listen to a ghost story from a traitor. I simply checked my luxury watch, claimed an executive meeting was waiting, and walked away without looking back.

Selene Winters snatched my phone out of my hand and hit the end‑call button without a second thought. Annoyance twisted her face into something sharp and ugly. "Julian, are you serious right now? How old are you? And you're still whining to your mom?" She stuffed my phone into her own pocket and let out a cold, mocking laugh. "You really think that just because you made a phone call, that mom of yours who works in the mountains is going to swoop in and back you up? Stop embarrassing yourself."

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

“You really didn’t know?” “No, Cornell. Jean is sick, her chemo must be affecting her mind. If I had known who those girls really were, or that one of them was pregnant... you know I’m not that kind of person; I’m not like our mother.” Colleen looked away and delicately wiped a tear. “I’m a grandmother who never even got to hold her only grandson. I don’t even know where they buried him, Edgar won’t tell me.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, soaking into her dress. "I'm going to open the seal," I said, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "I'm going to finish what you started." She pulled back, her eyes meeting mine. There was fear in them, but also hope. "I know you will. But you need to understand—once you open the seal, there's no going back." "I know." "The world will change. Everything will change. There's no way to undo what you're about to do." I met her eyes, feeling the weight of her words. "I know."

“You’ll regret this, Hayden. One day you’ll realize what kind of mistake you’ve made.” I paused at the doorway and looked back, my jaw tight. “The only mistake I ever made was thinking I needed your approval.” And then I walked out. By the time I reached the back porch, the evening air felt like ice against my skin, but at least it was real. I sat on the steps, hands buried in my hair, breathing in the cold until the burn in my chest dulled. I was the man Coleen believed in. And that was enough.