Novel & Cerita Regretting You Ebook

She hated the idea of ​​leaving Sophia alone, addicted to work, again. With her heart pounding, she looks at the phone ringing and runs to answer it. - Baby, I missed your voice so much. "Hello, my angel. Only my voice?" - No. I miss you a lot too. "What are you doing?" - I've just finished packing almost the entire house. "Great. This is a sign that you have no regrets.” - I didn't regret it. And you? Did you regret it? “I only regret not having met you years ago. I lost half of my life without you. But one thing I know. Better later than never. I will never regret having you by my side.”

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

"Lena, I regret it so much. If I'd spoken up earlier about the rope, would Chloe still be alive?" "Maybe." "Would you have pulled her?" "Maybe." She cried even harder. I hung up. Did regret help? In my last life, I regretted things too. I regretted ever sharing a dorm with them. I regretted agreeing to go to Eagle's Beak Cliff. I regretted not dying sooner. But regret was useless. Dead was dead. Those still alive could only keep living. The train arrived. I boarded, found my window seat, and sat down.

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

"Hello?" The person on the other end of the line was sobbing. "I'm sorry... Mindy. I... regret my decision."

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

that I would remain exposed, unmarked, and unnoticed. She wanted more than just me gone.She wished for me to be forgotten. FINAL SCENE I shut the book and turned to face the others. "We've been waiting for this," I remarked. "It's not a narrative. Not a theory." “Proof," Reyna uttered softly. "Of everything," Rico continued. I no longer felt a sense of dread from the weight in my chest.Gravity was the sensation. heavy. grounding. Actual. My story had been rewritten once by Cerra. I was going to write the truth now.

Not having the closer, living in hope to see them one day is similar to a living hell. “I regret everything I should have done for you, Ari. I regret the time we would have spent together. I regret not telling you how I feel about you, Mi Amore. Please, come back to me. I can’t do this anymore. It is killing me every day that I spend without you.” I whispered staring at her photos in my phone. I regret not taking a photo with her. She requested me with so much hope, I disappointed her.

I'd done all of this so I could earn 20 thousand dollars as soon as possible. My hands became cracked after everything I'd put them through, and the pain was sometimes so intense that I couldn't sleep at night. I'd never complained, though. It turned out all I was getting in exchange for everything I'd done over the past three years was Christopher's disgust. I was a young woman—how could I not want my hands to feel soft and supple? I'd just felt that his legs mattered more than anything. He would make everything better when he held my hands as we snuggled in our tiny apartment. The heartache in his eyes had looked so genuine as he'd said, "I'm sorry, Daph. It's all my fault for dragging you

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.