The President's Regret Novels & Stories

I whispered. He shook his head, “Not that, everything before the after party was real. Though I’m sorry the day didn’t end as you have always wished,” he apologized. This time I shook my head, he shouldn’t apologize for trying to save us all from danger. I could still remember the last he saved and got shot, this time I was thankful he wasn’t hurt. I was thankful nobody was hurt. “Don’t apologize, it’s alright,” I told him and then smiled.

This man, who had been eating like a pig, hadn’t killed himself in the past. A month later, he suddenly decided to kill himself. Zachary lowered his gaze slightly and told Roy to clean things up. He hung up the phone and said to Frank, “What’s the point of him showing deep regret to me now? If he really cared, why didn’t he die with his beloved back then?” Frank didn’t comment. Luthor was a pretentious man. So pretentious that he even believed his own act. “What about the Joseph family?” “What do you think?”

The words in the letter seemed to transform into invisible blades that pierced directly into his heart, shattering every trace of the pride and arrogance he had worshipped for so long. Crumple! Without realizing it, Mike's fist tightened around the letter, crushing the paper until it became hopelessly wrinkled. His breathing turned ragged and uneven as an unbearable pain suddenly spread through every vein in his body. An overwhelming wave of regret crashed into his soul like a tsunami, destroying his sanity in an instant. "Why... why did you leave, Elara?!" Mike shouted in frustration, his voice echoing sorrowfully throughout the silent room. He dropped to his knees beside the bed on the mar

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

He doesn’t know if it was a good thing the youngest master wasn’t on board as of now he just wished the young lad was here on presence to destroy further threats. Because of remorse, he tried to make it up to her. Every time he apologizes he would offer her his suit. He was somewhat relief he wore his expensive ones, but just like his numerous attempts their President stubbornly took down his offers. Mark Zheng’s lips thinned, was their president upset of him? “If the President finds my atonement unnecessary, I oath to reflect and accept the consequen—“ Before her secretary broke into tears as it sound like it, Hillary wave the back of her hand at him, “Oh, shut it Mark,” she laughs at her d

My silence must have sounded like confirmation because Rean let out a weary sigh. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I never should've arranged your marriage to Dylan. The two of you didn't even know each other back then. It must have been hard on you all these years." Did my father finally realize how unfairly I'd been treated? Had he known all along that his own daughter had been miserable in this marriage? A bitter scoff escaped me before I could stop it. I never expected to hear those words from him. My chest tightened painfully. How ironic. His regret had come three years too late.

Sarcasm added to the mix. "Not a day goes by that I don't feel regret but I can't change the past. Hailey, I'll beg of you, do not let this secret go out in public." He pleaded. "I'm not sure that's going to be possible, Mr. President." "Okay fine. How much do you want? I'll give you anything, please. I don't want the future of my children ruined." "And Celine? Is she not your child too? One that deserves a good life?"

he answered back. “ Redeem himself?” The president rolled up the sleeve of his suit and looked at his watch before standing up. He finished the meal, but I wasn’t finished yet. I waited for his answers but none came. “ President?” I asked in a stern voice, gone is the father that I used to love. It’s the president. Just president. “He caused the death of that late senator, Amara. You don’t know him that much,” he mentioned and I stilled. What the fuck do I need to know about Major Sullivan? He’s perfect and I love him. Nothing about him will tell me otherwise.

It was stupid of me to yell since I willingly made that sacrifice and I don’t regret it. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry.” I told her and then I turned my gaze to look between Cayden and Daniel. “It’s just that I’m a little stressed out by this new change. But it doesn’t mean for a second that I regret making this sacrifice for the Reigns. I’m just… stressed.” I said gently, and a brief silence followed until Daniel broke it. “We totally understand you, My Queen. There’s absolutely no need to apologize.” Daniel said gently and Cayden smiled warmly at me, communicating to me that everything was okay. They wanted me to express myself.