Novel & Cerita Regretting You

No amount of punishment on Janice could ever undo the pain she had caused me. Even if I were reborn, I would never accept their repentance. In less than a week, Janice completely broke down. Disheveled and filthy, she hid in a corner and suddenly realized something. I was dead. As long as she lowered her head and admitted to her faults, as long as she could earn Jasper and Casey's forgiveness, she still had a chance. If she survived long enough, some power and resources would still be hers. So, she knelt before Casey and Jasper. "Jasper, Casey, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt Lisa. I didn't mean to, I just felt so insecure. I grew up without parents and cared about you two so much.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

The movement was slight, but it felt like a chasm had opened between them. Brian's face fell, his eyes clouding over like a stormy sky. Disappointment etched lines on his forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Emily. I made a mistake." Regret hung in the air like a heavy mist, suffocating them both.

Gazing at them with warmth, he reminisced. "Youth is truly wonderful. There are still so many things you can do, and even regrets can be mended. Seeing you two brings me back to my younger days. I, too, once invited the person I loved to admire the flowers. Alas, we ended up parting ways because of a misunderstanding. Now, when I think back, my heart aches with regret. A regret that can never be undone," the flower farmer murmured to himself, offering them a bittersweet smile before strolling away. Kisa cast her eyes downward, the haunting word 'regret' echoing relentlessly in her mind.

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.

The words in the letter seemed to transform into invisible blades that pierced directly into his heart, shattering every trace of the pride and arrogance he had worshipped for so long. Crumple! Without realizing it, Mike's fist tightened around the letter, crushing the paper until it became hopelessly wrinkled. His breathing turned ragged and uneven as an unbearable pain suddenly spread through every vein in his body. An overwhelming wave of regret crashed into his soul like a tsunami, destroying his sanity in an instant. "Why... why did you leave, Elara?!" Mike shouted in frustration, his voice echoing sorrowfully throughout the silent room. He dropped to his knees beside the bed on the mar

A glimmer of pride flashed in Maddie's eyes as she walked toward me with a cocktail glass, smiling. "Sophie, I heard Jules say that the wristbands for Coachella were supposed to be for you. I'm so sorry. I never expected that my casual complaint about not being able to get a ticket would make him give me the wristbands that were supposed to be for you. You have my apologies." Maddie mentioned apologizing, but she just wanted to show how good Jules was to her.

She whispered: “Mommy, why does that man's face look so red?” I smoothed her damp hair back. “Because he threw away the best thing he ever had, and now it's too late for regrets.” The red in Dante's face went toward purple. Humiliated by a civilian in front of everyone. Exposed by a five-year-old. Whatever was left of his dignity crumbled. “Mia. Don't push me.” He stepped forward fast, hand reaching for my arm. “A Moretti woman doesn't just leave for whoever she—” His hand didn't reach me.