Terribly Sorry Mga Nobela at Kwento

She hissed. I closed my eyes. My mouth parted because my nose suddenly felt clogged. It was not a direct admission, but it will do. I shook my head and met her gaze when Briana laughed a mirthless laugh. “Now, you know. So, tell me, how can I entrust my children to someone who almost killed them?” She spits out. My body turned cold. I could not move. “It is always easy to say you are sorry, but was that enough to compensate for the pain, the anxiety, and the fear of almost losing them?”

"I really missed you babe...I really did miss you." My mind went back to this lives that I led to their unexpected end because of my stubbornness and carelessness. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for not confiding in you, I'm sorry for lying to you... I'm sorry for trusting the wrong person, I'm sorry for everything... I'm so so sorry"

Daniel's smooth voice left his mouth. " I... I am sorry that you had to witness that. I am sorry that I involved you in this mess. I am sorry for not being the perfect wife for you. I'm sorry that I'm such a failure. I'm sorry that I--" A sob left my body as my rant stopped. The tears rolled effortlessly down my cheeks as my body started to shake.

He walked toward to the portrait and hold it in his hands. "I am so sorry, Jennifer. I did not mean to break your heart and make you feel sad. I was just not comfortable or ready to try BDSM. I hope you can forgive me. Do not let me leaving you ruin your entire life. You can definitely find a guy that can give you the right satisfaction and more. But for me, I was not ready to go all the way and I'm sorry that I let you down. I still love you and will cherish all the moments we spent together. I wish you nothing but happiness and fulfillment. I must go now and I hope I can see you again. Love, Terrance. To, Jennifer.", he explained while looking at the portrait.

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I buried my fαce in my hαnds‚ crying so hαrd I could bαrely breαthe. “Mom‚” I choked out‚ my voice breαking αpαrt. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… pleαse don’t hαte me… pleαse forgive me… I didn’t meαn to… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

He stared at me, forcing a smile, but a tear slid from the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It was all my fault. I’ve cut ties with her. I got rid of that woman. “From now on, you’ll have full control over Kingston—no one will ever mistreat you again. “Please, just give me another chance. We’ll move to another city and start over. I’ll make it up to you. I swear.” By the end, he was sobbing uncontrollably. My heart had turned to stone, yet the shimmer in my eyes was not for him—it was for the cruel fate I could not escape.

"Where were you? Mom had surgery, you didn't show up, now this text, what do you want now? Did he think I'd be moved by all this? That I'd be taken away by his display of wealth. "Rev I'm sorry" he said, his voice breaking. "I'm dying" those words touched me, quenching the anger inside of me. "What's wrong? " That's why I called you here, I've been diagnosed with a terminal disease.." " I'm sorry I didn't show up for y'all" Sorry wouldn't fix this, it wouldn't fix anything, not even the fact that he was leaving, he'd remembered me when it was all over

"Our baby would still be alive." The room fell completely silent. I couldn't even bring myself to argue or counter her claims. "I'm sorry," I whispered, burying my face in shame. She laughed bitterly. The word 'sorry', seemed to have gotten on her nerves. "Sorry?" She repeated, staring at me in disbelief. "Do you honestly think sorry can fix this? Can your sorry bring my son back to life?" I shook my head, too ashamed to speak. "Can sorry erase the pain I am experiencing right now?"

"Jay, you should have talked to me. We could have worked through whatever was troubling you. But this... this is unforgivable." Tears well up in Jay's eyes, and his voice fills with desperation. "I know, Terry. I was wrong. I never meant to hurt you like this. I just... I didn't know how else to make you see how much I was hurting." Terry's anger softens, replaced by a mixture of sadness and disappointment. He takes a deep breath, his voice now tinge with a touch of compassion. "Jay, it's not an excuse, but I understand that you were hurting. We all make mistakes, but this... it's going to take time for me to heal from this." Jay nods, tears streaming down his face. "I'll do whatever it take