Romans & histoires Regretting You Colleen Hoover Summary

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

Back at my desk I spent the afternoon trying to focus on work and mostly failing. Tuesday passed without incident, while wednesday arrived and with it my consultation with Diana Reeves. Her office was in Midtown, sixteenth floor, all clean lines and quiet authority. She was in her late forties with natural gray streaks in her dark hair and the kind of calm focused energy that made you believe she’d seen everything and nothing surprised her anymore. She listened to my entire story without interrupting once. The birthday party. The photos. Ethan throwing me out. The email about the joint accounts and the house.

The suffocation and stench made Carrie cough and gag violently, but she couldn't bring anything up. She was tortured beyond recognition, her consciousness wavering between wakefulness and unconsciousness. She finally understood that everything she endured was only a fraction of the pain I suffered. Carrie was overwhelmed with regret, but in this world, there was no medicine for regret. The doctor who operated on me had his heart brutally dug out. The pet grooming team turned into white bones in high-concentration sulfuric acid.

He handed me one and stood beside me and we watched Helen Marsh walk to the podium and begin to speak about twelve years of work that the world was finally seeing. I leaned very slightly against Joel's arm. He did not move. He was always steady. The room was full and warm and the gala went beautifully and I stood at the back of it and thought about standing on a pavement with two suitcases and no idea what came next. This came next. All of this. My phone buzzed. A news alert. Vivian Cole resigns from board position amid dual defamation inquiries. I read it. I showed it to Joel. He read it. Looked at me.

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.

When I walked out of the nursing home, a message from Harvey lit up my phone. [Consider this whole thing over. Go home and rest. We'll come back once Lydia has cooled down.] When I showed up at the hospital, he looked surprised. "What are you doing here? Go home and get some sleep." I looked at him. [Countdown to extraction: 5 minutes.] "Harvey... the biggest regret of my life was ever meeting you." His face changed. He opened his mouth to snap at me—and then he saw my foot step over the windowsill.

“But I doubt he, or she, would leave any trace.” “Even if the footage was wiped clean, I can backdate and dig deeper,” Selene said, her confidence giving me a small flicker of hope. “And I’ll take more time to look into these documents. There might be something useful buried in them.” “I will too,” I said quietly. “Everything has just been… overwhelming.” “Zee,” Selene’s voice softened suddenly, drawing my gaze to her. “What about Sylvia?” she asked. Her question lingered in the air, and yet I wasn’t ready to answer.

This devastation mixes with the one Jolene brought upon her regarding Scarlett, and Colette pulls her into a hug. Colette cannot hold back her tears in the embrace, not knowing that Karina is not only crying for Lane but for her daughter too. When they pull back from the hug, Karina offers Colette a seat, asking if she can get her anything, but Colette politely declines. She asks if Karina has a moment to talk, and Karina responds that she does. Colette doesn’t waste time and gets to the point. She begs Karina to come back to work. She needs her and tells her she’s sorry she didn’t even notice she quit, adding that it’s been hectic since this whole thing with Lane. She acknowledges a lot has

To open that mind and tap into that creative persona that has been lying asleep for way too long. “So, you’re counting on Mr. Ohio to give you that job, aren’t you?” “He did declare an interest, didn’t he?” “And that is all he did. Believe me, he has enough to worry about in his life so there’s a chance he has forgotten all about a certain Ms. Caddell he met five days ago.” Colleen fell silent as realization dawned on her. “What is your dream, Colleen?”

Emily. My life has never been more miserable than it is now, I had thought I had it all. That getting Gwen’s property was my best plan, I had thought I would get away with it but I was wrong. I started regretting my decisions the day after Ian left, I haven’t seen him since then and he hasn’t bothered to come visit either. I kept telling myself that I should not have done what I did, I shouldn’t have taken Jason out of his house that day. I should have closed my eyes to the past—to how he treated me and then moved on with him.