The Collected Regrets Of Clover นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Handling one had nearly driven her to the edge, and now, with four, she wondered how she would manage to get them all right. "I don't need your help." Clover spoke suddenly, a tear rolling down from the corner of her bloodshot eye. "I don't need you to remind me of all the silly things I did." Evelyn didn't listen to her and continued unlocking the locks. Clover sharply jerked her body and shot daggers at her. "Didn't you hear what I just said? Leave!" "I'll get you out," Evelyn repeated. "I don't want to see you! Can't you leave me alone? It's the least that you can do for me."

"Follow me." Two hours later, I'd tried on more clothes than I owned in my entire life. The saleswoman—Margot—had an eye for what worked. She pulled dresses that skimmed my curves without being revealing, separates that could mix and match into dozens of outfits, shoes that added height and confidence with every step. "This one," Margot said near the end, holding up a dress the color of deep burgundy wine. "For when you're ready to make them all regret everything."

RAINA Alex had to have gone mad. Completely unhinged, and he seemed barely able to recognize it. His anger, though, wasn’t what had thrown me off balance—it was the regret flashing in his eyes. Regret, as if he had the right to feel any of it after all this time. I had no use for his regret now. If anything, I wanted him to regret nothing, to see his mistakes clearly so that his guilt wouldn’t interfere with what needed to be done. I’d made a grave error myself, though.

"Alarick belongs to whoever he chooses now. And he's already made that choice too many times for me to care anymore." Clover's smile faltered, her confident expression cracking just slightly. She'd expected some reaction from me. But I didn't have any fight left for a man who'd proven he wasn't worth it. "You'll regret this," Clover said, but the conviction in her voice was gone. "Maybe." I opened my bedroom door. "But at least I won't regret it standing at an altar he abandoned."

His white shirt was splattered red. His eyes were unfocused. His mouth moved, but the words came out wrong. "You—you did this. You ruined everything. If you were gone, Sophia would come back. She would come back to me." He raised the knife again. Brought it down. Again. Again. No one moved. No one dared. The knife was still in his hand, and his eyes had the look of a man who had already left his body. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

I retorted. "Who am I going to marry? Idiot, I don't have anyone." He leaned back against the couch headboard and looked up at the ceiling. "If I could turn back time, I would gladly accept her love." "That's because you're an idiot. You're already ugly, and you're stupid too." I was right, though. He was stupid and idiotic for neglecting the person who was there for him. "Okay! You're right... Regret always comes at the end," Cleo said sadly.

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

she stammered, her face draining of color. Lily, startled, stood up abruptly, spilling tea all over herself. Neither of them expected Silas to return at this hour. Lily coughed nervously, trying to compose herself. “Silas, why are you back so suddenly?” she asked with a forced smile. Silas’s expression was thunderous, his presence radiating a suffocating tension. “What were you doing?” Yuna stammered, “Yael b-b-bumped my bracelet, and it fell into the pond. I just... asked him to get it for me.”

Can I ever get over her? Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I allowed the shower water to run down my body. Placing my back on the wall, I slid to the ground as tears flowed down my cheeks. I regret having to fall in love with the wrong person at the wrong age. Maybe I deserve someone better. I do. I was lost in thoughts when Clara came to switch off the shower. I just realised the water came off causing me to look up almost immediately. “Ma’am, I’m sorry.”