The Collected Regrets Of Clover Novels & Stories

She leaned back and whispered, “I’ll make her regret ever meeting you, Adrian. I’ll make you regret ever leaving me.” Clara stood and walked to her bedroom. She opened a drawer and brought out a small silver box. Inside were pictures, notes, and a flash drive — the one she took from Adrian’s company when they were still together. She smiled as she brushed her fingers over it. “I knew one day you’d push me too far,” she said. She placed the box on the table and poured another drink. “You think you can just build a new life and forget me? No, Adrian. I’m still part of your story. You can’t erase me.”

Somehow, she’d read it in me — the secret hope I’d been trying to drown all day. “I never—” “Don’t lie,” she whispered. “It’s already ugly enough.” And then the door closed, leaving me with my own reflection in the polished wood — a face I barely recognized. I stayed outside until the night insects started their chorus. For the first time, I realized that regret wasn’t the same as redemption. Regret just meant you saw the wreckage; redemption meant you picked up the pieces. And right now, Clara was the one bleeding from all the glass I’d broken.

Then letting go of Gordon, they turned around and headed to the door. Clover looked at her distressed father and added, "I hope you will forget all this and call me back home. I would definitely like to sit with my family and have a quiet dinner." Gordon’s expression remained blank, nor did Clover have any expectations from him. So without waiting for any response, Clover walked straight to the door. She walked past her father without even glancing at him once. She was cold like a frost as if no warmth could melt her easily. Mark and Jemma walked right behind her, giving her protection from people.

Yet, he wore an apron for Lauren and showed her immense concern. Lauren looked at me and said, "My clothes are soaked, so I borrowed your pajamas. I'll wash them and return them to you later." "There's no need. I don't want clothes that others have worn," I said flatly. Lauren pouted and was about to say something when Dylan, looking distressed, asked, "What do you mean by that? Why are you looking down on Lauren?" Lauren quickly played the victim. "I'm the one at fault. Don't let me come between you and Dylan. I won't drink the soup anymore. I'll go home."

She quickly entered the house. Noel turned to look when he heard footsteps. He frowned when he saw that it was Stella. "What are you doing here?" "Give me back the wedding ring you took." Noel raised an eyebrow when he saw Stella reach her arm out for it. "It's gone." Stella was taken aback, and her tone turned grim. "What do you mean?" Noel was still thinking up an excuse when Sophie, who was sitting on the floor, suddenly spoke up timidly. "Miss Judd, I read online about how easy it is to open boxes with a wedding ring, so I used it to open hundreds of these boxes. It's scratched now. Do you still want it back?"

"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."

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

Since then, I've heard no news about the Newmans or Osbornes. Rachel went missing as well. I wore the Oliviera family's heirloom on my wedding day. Seraphina's grandmother traveled all the way to our wedding, and she brought with her a piece of paper Seraphina had kept for a long time. It was the classmate's album we wrote for her before she went to another school. She kept the one I wrote for her and made sure to laminate it. My God, the writing of kid me brought back memories, and I laughed.

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

He asked, and the latter shook his head. "Remember when we wanted to infiltrate infinite zoos administrative building and we needed a key," he told Richard squarely. "Yeah, I do, still doesn…" Richard trailed off and his eyes bulged. "That lady, ummm. Magaret Clover," he said with a smile. "I don't think she is…?" He paused again. He'd just wanted to eliminate the possibility of that woman being the same person working as a spy for Melissa's parents when he realised something. The name on the paper was signed as Mageret, but underneath it was a stamp, shaped exactly like a clover. A four leaf clover. "That… is a clover right?" Richard asked, he turned the book to everyone else and they nodde