The President's Regret Novels & Stories

I wondered who had tagged me as curiosity got the better of me. I went to the tag, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the video. My husband was checking into a hotel with a woman beside him; his hands were around her waist, and even a child could tell what was happening. I paused the video and zoomed in on the woman’s back, and it was her, his ex-girlfriend, Nelly, the woman I'd been asking him to stop seeing. I couldn't control my thoughts as they went back to the rumors that he was still seeing his ex. I trusted him like he asked me but seeing this video confused my senses. Was this perhaps true? Was he cheating on me?

Five years ago, I gave up my research achievements for love. Then, out of the blue, Marcus Parker's childhood friend made her return to the country. Using the excuse of playing truth or dare, they did everything that couples did together. I reminded Marcus not to go too far, but he just gave me a helpless look. "Claire, if I really had something going on with Hannah, I wouldn't have married you." I watched as he chose to abandon saving my mother for Hannah Carter's sake. He even hung up on me when I got into a car accident. When I woke up again, I learned that my unborn child, who was not three months old, had died in my womb. I finally gave up all hope and handed him the divorce papers. "Marcus, let's get divorced." A month later, I boarded a plane bound for Andoria.

He is the most cold and domineering man in the entire empire, never getting close to women, but an accident bound him to her in marriage. During the day, he's cold and irritable, but at night, he holds her tightly, backing her into a corner with a mix of dominance and tenderness, whispering soft demands and kissing her lips as if he wants to engrave her into his very soul. “Baby, tell me you love me.” “For the rest of your life, be only mine, alright?” Once a man who looked down on everything, now his heart and eyes are filled with only her.

At nine months pregnant, I suffered an unexpected miscarriage. My husband, Graham Pearson, fought back his own grief as he comforted me. He would whisper to me every day, trying to soothe my shattered heart, "Whitney, we will have children again someday. Our little angel was here for a while, and next time, we'll make sure we hold onto them..." Under Graham's careful care, I slowly began to pull myself out of the numb fog I'd been trapped in. But then, a month later, I overheard him talking to one of his friends. "If Whitney finds out the baby didn't actually die and that you've let Cassidy raise him, don't you think she'll flip out? You've worked so hard to get where you are; you can't let this mess it all up." Graham casually flicked his cigarette, his voice almost detached as he waved a hand dismissively. "Cassidy can't have kids, but she loves children. If this baby brings her joy, it's a blessing for the child, too. "I might never get the chance to be with Cassidy, but letting her raise my son, in some way, feels like a kind of fulfillment..." The truth hit me like a frozen wave, paralyzing me in place. It turned out this whole ordeal had been part of Graham's plan from the start.

Whenever the Alpha's little sister suffered an episode, my Luna ceremony would end in disaster. On the first attempt, my wine was laced with honey, and I ended up having a stroke from an allergic reaction, with the entire pack laughing at me. On the second attempt, I was stabbed three times in the stomach, rendering me infertile. On the third attempt, a lunatic rogue wolf barged in and crushed every bone in my finger, cutting short my pianist career right then. Whenever I tried to express grief, Yohan Schmidt would always take Eva Brown's side. "She suffered mental regression to save me. Be the bigger person and don't hold it against her." "Next time—the next ceremony will be perfect, I promise." He made that promise 99 times over three years, and on the 100th attempt, Eva gave up on all pretense and set the wedding hall on fire. I was burned to a crisp and had to heal for a month. Through it all, Yohan nursed me and fed me a ton of medicine… until I overheard him talking to Andy King, the shaman. "You're truly ruthless, Alpha. She was thoroughly burned because she was trying to save you, but you're feeding her a suppressant that stifles her regeneration. Over time, she will succumb to her injuries!" Yohan shrugged nonchalantly. "I just can't stand her bullying Eva. Eva saved my life—so what if Yvie Stark pays for it with my life?" Tears rolled down my cheeks in silence. So even his warmth and tenderness was nothing more than cold deception. In that case, I should just leave.

My husband's true love and I are trapped when a fire breaks out. He's a firefighter—when he arrives on scene, he chooses to save her without hesitation. I barely make it out alive. Once I do, I demand a divorce. He doesn't understand why. He asks, "Why do you want to divorce me? Because I didn't save you first?" I angrily throw the divorce agreement in his face. "Yes, that's exactly why! Because you chose to save your old flame when she was further from you!"

“ Caroline and Carl are my babies also. I am their father. You can’t keep them away from me. I won’t tolerate it. I want to be in their lives.” “ Oh yeah!? Now, you want to be their father? Now, you want to be in their lives?” I yelled back, “ Did you forget you never wanted a baby. You fucking asked me to abort them when I told you about my pregnancy.” I snapped, “ Not just that you fucking divorced me.” “ I was an idiot, dammit!” he shouted, slamming his fist on my office desk “ I was an idiot who didn't realize what he had in his life until I lost. I regret giving you a divorce. “ Good, now you live with this regret and the guilt you are feeling because I am not entering you back into my life and especially in my babies’ lives.” I snapped. “ Our babies!” he murmurs, looking at me. “ MY BABIES! ONLY MINE!” I yelled. Ariel Black was married to Ian Sinclair and lived a peaceful and happy life with him until one day, he came with a woman in his arm and demanded a divorce. She tells him that he can’t do that as she is pregnant with his child. Ian was so blinded in love for his ex-girlfriend Fiona that he didn’t see the happiness. After a few years, Ian’s eyes opened when he was betrayed by his lover Fiona and regretted. He regretted everything and started living with guilt until one day there, his path crossed with Ariel, and he found out that he is the father of twins. Now he wants Ariel and his children back in his life no matter what the consequences are, but most importantly, he wants Ariel’s forgiveness from her heart.

Athena Caddel, the punching bag of the Alpha of Silver Blood Pack. She had been dreaming of leaving the little town they lived in ever since she was young. For as long as she could remember, she's always been bullied by the alpha. She was disliked by most people there thanks to her mom, who cheated on her father. To say it shortly, Athena was the product of the cheating. Another reason being she's human, or so they thought. Nicholas Ashford, the Alpha of the Silver Blood Pack. He was one of the biggest bullies in his town which was why people feared him so much. All he ever wanted was a mate, a mate that would give him the love he yearned for. He has been waiting for two years with no such luck on finding his mate. On the night that she turns 16, she finds out he's her mate. What happens when she's terrified of him and being his mate so she hides? Or when he finds out about her being his mate? How will he react?

When my wife's first love was injured in a car accident and urgently needed a kidney transplant, she gave me an ultimatum. If I refused to donate my kidney, she said she would take our daughter and die alongside him the very next day. Crying, she begged. "Can you stop being so selfish? It's only one kidney. "It's not like you'll die! Are you really going to force me and your daughter to our deaths?" With a bitter smile, I agreed. What she didn't know was that our daughter had already died in the very same car accident that injured her beloved first love. And I was suffering from end-stage kidney failure. Once I went through with the surgery, I wouldn't be far behind from death either. Since she was willing to sacrifice everything for the man she loved, then I would give her exactly what she wanted. I would make her the person responsible for both my death and our daughter's so she would have to live with that regret for the rest of her life.

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.