The President's Regret Novels & Stories

He had called Sasha about work and heard a hospital's automated call system in the background. She had gone to the hospital after he lashed out at her because of Natalie. Was that the day she went for an abortion? A sharp, gut-wrenching pain tore through him, drowning his entire body in agony. He couldn't bear the weight of losing Sasha any longer. A sob ripped from his throat. As he sat there, shaking under the sheer force of his grief, his phone rang. The moment he answered, a furious voice blasted through the speaker. "Mr. Gallagher, what the hell is wrong with Natalie from your company? She messed up so badly that she sent us the wrong product model!

"Can I ask you something else? Something unrelated to any of this?" "Of course." "Do you regret it? Building the trust the way you did, in secret, for five years?" Vivienne considered the question honestly. "Some days. I regret that my children spent five years without knowing their father, and that the secrecy cost all of us time we can't get back. But I don't regret protecting them the only way I knew how, with the tools I actually had available. I think the difference between regret and wisdom is simply whether you learn something useful from the cost."

"In fact, after speaking with British representatives, I am afraid that he has influenced me in my recent decisions as well." "What do you mean?" I couldn't help but ask. Cal's grip on me had relaxed and I could now see the president fully. And he could see me. He turned his gaze to me, but instead of anger, I only saw confusion and regret. "I mean that perhaps the bill we passed wasn't the best option for our country," he admitted. Cal and I just stood there in shock. "Enough of that for now though, you guys must have been through a lot the past few days. Again, my apologies are not enough to rectify the situation, but I hope they help to ease the emotional turmoil." The president looked be

Every time I looked at it I remembered: I chose this. *March.* It was spring. The Miller Foundation launched its first 3 houses. For women leaving abusive situations. I cut the ribbon myself. A reporter asked: “Ms. Miller, is it true you’re engaged?” I looked at Ethan in the crowd. “Yes,” I said. “To the best man I know.” Camera Flashes. That night we celebrated with pizza on the floor. “Do you ever regret it?” Ethan asked. “Saying yes so fast?” “No,” I said. “Do you?”

The president's tone was very flattering. "Ahh, your excellency! I am not so bright. I have had cancer and I suffer from memory losses now and then. I am just a mere underrated human, trying to be the best." He said. The president smiled. Jimmy... She would never forget that name. "Yes Jimmy, I also heard of your health history from your guardian. Do not go to him and slaughter him for telling me without your consent. Ahh, that reminds me. Were is Juliet, the star of the arts department?" She asked.

he says, but I still don't reply to him. He finally sighs and takes a sip of the wine in his hand. "Well, the fact that this picture is still up here should at least let you know that I still care about your presence in my life and I deeply regret doing what I did. You just don't understand, okay? I had my reasons, and I needed to do it at that time because I would have lost quite a lot if I didn't." I still don't reply to him, and I feel the tense feeling in his body as he groans and takes another gulp of the wine in his hand.

he replied, his words heavy with an emotion I couldn't understand. What did he mean by that? A part of me wondered if he regretted our kiss. Was he punishing himself for it? I pulled a white handkerchief from my trousers, trembling slightly, and tried to wipe the blood from his face. He winced at my touch, and guilt flooded me. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, pulling my hand back, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “I don’t regret what I did,” he said, his voice steady, and it left me speechless, my mind a whirlpool of confusion and emotions.

“I know, Ariel. I know that I have hurt you and I know it's not easy for you to forgive me. I regret that night, every day and night. I cry in secret when I am alone, questioning everything. Why did I do this to you? Why did I ask you to abort our child? All this time I blamed myself for the miscarriage and the thing I regret the most is that I left you for a bitch like Fiona and married her. She was with me just for the money, I should have listened to my parents and your warnings. She was nothing more than a gold digger and a year ago she came to the house with a guy in her arms and demanded a divorce, claiming that she never loved me, she loved my money. I gave her the divorce and she t

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.