Remorse: The List Novels & Stories

You couldn't even bother to bring me a bottle of water. The entire office went so quiet that I could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on us. Ashton's Adam's apple bobbed heavily twice. "I'm sorry." The words seemed to take every ounce of strength he possessed. I looked at him. Eight years, and this was the very first time I had ever heard him apologize. It was incredibly ironic. This apology wasn't born out of genuine remorse. It was sparked by a 20-million-dollar liability. "The raw data is on my personal cloud drive. I've always kept backups," I said.

“He still said those words. Spelled or not, there was something in him that the spell found and used. He still stood there while I was on that floor and chose Celeste.” “Yes,” Kael said. Honest, not softening it. “So what do I do with that? How do I—” I pressed my hand to my sternum, where the broken bond pulsed. “He sent me genuine remorse. I felt it. I know the difference between performed feeling and real feeling now, and that was real. But real remorse doesn’t—” “Doesn’t undo it,” Kael said. “No.” “No,” he agreed. “It doesn’t.” He was quiet for a moment. “Real remorse means he gets to live with what he did. It means you get to decide what happens next without owing him a particular respo

The mattress creaked. They didn't hug. They didn't cry. They just sat there, side by side, breathing the same air, staring at the same window. "I'm sorry," Simone whispered. "For everything. For the drugs. For the stealing. For disappearing. For not being there when Mom died." "I know." "I'm going to be a better person. I'm going to be a better sister. I promise." Chloe took her hand. "Then show me. Not with words. With actions. One day at a time."

It was time to unravel the tangled threads of their shared history and seek a path towards reconciliation. As he awaited the results of the investigation, Manuel couldn't help but reFloridaect on the painful reality of their broken bond. The journey towards redemption seemed treacherous, and the road to forgiveness felt like an uphill battle. But deep within his heart, hope Flickered—a glimmer of light that whispered of the possibility of healing their wounded souls.

Holy fuck, holy fuck, fucking fuck shit fuck. "I-I'm sorry," I gulp, but the longer I don't say anything, the deeper his frown gets, so I need to come up with something fast. And there's only one excuse that could possibly work, "I'm sorry, Alpha Nathan, I know this is... I know this isn't morally correct..." Rem is going to kill me. He's going to grab me by the neck and break it. But Nathan stops looking suspicious then and his eyes get a new gleam of interest.

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

There was guilt in her eyes, maybe even wistfulness. "I'll admit that I do have feelings for Mr. Marvin Bennett." The courtroom stirred again. Jason and Monica seized on it immediately. "But there was no affair," Linda continued. "These feelings go back more than 30 years. "When Ms. Bennett approached me and told me her father was unhappy, I'll admit I had selfish motives. I thought that if he really did become single again, maybe I'd finally have a chance. "So I went along with her plan. I wanted to see for myself whether he was truly as miserable as his daughter claimed."

It felt like she was rubbing salt in the wound, unknowingly driving a wedge between us. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I excused myself from the table. "I'm sorry, Linda. I just remembered that I have an early morning tomorrow. I should head home." Linda looked puzzled but understanding. "Of course, hon. Thank you for coming over. It was lovely to have you here!" I forced a smile and quickly made my way to the door. As I stepped outside, the cool night air offered some solace, but my emotions were still in turmoil. I needed space to process everything I had learned, to come to terms with the reality of Timothy's relationship with Linda.

When he lowered his head, I could see the darkness in his eyes. “Yes, what I did must have hurt you.” He looked back at me. It disturbed me because he acted like he genuinely regretted it. I held myself back, trying not to fall into his charm again, to not weaken and act like what happened before wasn’t a big deal. “Lenka, at that time, I momentarily forgot that you were the target of my revenge.” He said something that shocked me again. The more he spoke, the more I had to stop myself from reacting too much—like there was a spark turning into fireworks.

Lily interrupted me angrily, "Zachary, making mistakes isn't terrible. What's terrible is having no intention of repenting! During the class meeting later, you must properly apologize to Jane and admit your mistake!" Dad's phone screen froze on the frame of me crying. He looked at Phoebe in disbelief. "Phoebe! Are you the one who stole the money?"