The President's Regret Novels & Stories

Her father had spent years at the presidential palace as vice president, then president, now Roslyn planned to run too? She turned to look at Roslyn, and it looked like the woman was not done talking, she still had more to say, but Maxwell calmy placed his hand on hers, and stood up. He bowed deeply to Spencer and Danna Sherrod and said, “I apologise for the harsh words. Please understand we were deeply worried about the events of yesterday, and our citizens are demanding answers about the safety of their first daughter.” He bowed again. “Please be patient with us, and forgive all that was said in a moment of anger.”

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

" Carla said in pity for him. Seamus's handsome face also revealed a hint of regret, "If I can still go back then, I will leave together with her." "There's no medicine for regret. The only thing you can do now is to see if you can rescue her heart again. Since you have already sat in the position of Vice—President, your father should have received comfort and won't interfere with your plans anymore."

This sudden turn of events prompted him to reevaluate his priorities and the toll his presidency had taken on his personal life. As he rushed to be by her side, Alex’s mind raced with worry and regret. The demands of leadership had consumed him, leaving little room for the relationships that mattered most. He could feel the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, but now, faced with the fragility of life, he recognized the sacrifices he had made—not just for his country, but at the expense of his family. The relentless pursuit of justice and reform had taken a toll not only on his health but also on his connections with loved ones.

I`m fighting for those who got framed, I`m fighting for justice! A lot of things happened, but it doesn`t matter anymore. I already forgive them, but I still can`t face them. Especially that jerk. I don’t regret what happened back then, because of it I have Yelena. I have my baby. I was busy eating and talking with Segundina when I felt that my phone vibrate. Must be Drey. I took my phone out and I saw that an unregistered number is calling, so I ignored it. This past few months I keep receiving messages and calls from different unregistered numbers. I answered once but the person on the other side is silent and

“Katherine, are you satisfied now?” Rachel struggled to sit up. Her carefully painted makeup had long since been ruined by mud, water, and tears. Seeing her in this miserable state, I suddenly recalled the past—how she always used this exact same pitiful expression to make Carlson break the rules for her, again and again. “Katherine, please listen to me,” she sobbed, her voice filled with that familiar, nauseating softness. “Lena is gone… The living should move forward, alright?” My fingers tightened around Lena’s pendant. Move forward?

I shrug at him and look up to meet his eyes. “The way you treated me; your reasons don’t make sense. You were so harsh, so cruel.” I say bitterly and he nods. “I have no good reasons. Just know I regretted my actions long before you became my mate.”

She was about to say something when Eric's deep voice spoke first. "You have a sharp tongue. I'd like to ask my sister-in-law tomorrow for some advice on how to train such a smart maid." A chill ran through Sophie when she heard the words 'sister-in-law'. Noel's parents had never liked her and had tried several times to fire her entire family, but Noel always managed to stop them. If Eric went to them to make a complaint, even the president would not be able to save her family. She started to make excuses in a fluster, stammering.

“Or should I remind you of the time we met in Houston when you told me I made a great choice by aborting the pregnancy?” “But you didn't, and I will forever worship you for that.” His voice was full of regret. “Oh really,” I chuckled, “you want to worship me, the same Sierra who was nothing but a plus-sized woman who only Mr. Winters would marry, the same Sierra who would die single? Tell me, Mr. Winters, are we talking about this same nobody?” My voice was calm. “I'm sorry, I know I wronged you, but I want you to know that I regret everything I said and did to you if there was a way I…”