The President's Regret Novels & Stories

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

I wanted to talk about the other day at her Grandfather’s house. “The thing I said that day.” I started. “I didn’t mean any of it. I talked out of emotion instead of logic. I don’t blame you for anything at all. I apologize for what I said that day.” She didn't say anything at first. “We both did things we regretted that day. I'm sorry for putting my hands on you.” “I deserved that. I just want you to know that I support you. Whatever you want to do in regards to Rory’s life, I one hundred percent stand behind you.”

Flanked by his lawyers and public relations team, Diego adjusted the microphone, his eyes scanning the crowd of expectant faces before him, the air thick with anticipation. “Ladies and gentlemen”, he began, his voice steady and contrite, echoing through the speakers across the room, “I stand before you today to address the recent scandal that has shaken our community. I want to apologize for my actions, which were unacceptable and unbecoming of a CEO, a leader.” He paused for a few seconds, taking a deep breath as he surveyed the crowded room. The click of cameras and rustle of papers filled the brief silence. “The altercation with Desmond July was a grave mistake. I let my emotions cloud my

“Because just looking at you makes me want to wrap my hands around you and… Ugh!” If he had asked for forgiveness right now, I honestly don’t know what I would have done, because I don’t think it’s something I’m ready to give as yet. “I just needed you to know that I know the truth now,” he adds quietly. I stare at him for a long moment and for the first time in years… I see it. Not the arrogant billionaire. Not the arrogant boy who broke my heart. Just a man drowning in regret. Unfortunately for him, regret doesn’t turn back time.

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

He slurred his words, leaving them to wander freely in the air. I bit hard into my lower lip but l this time, I stopped just when I could feel the taste of the blood lingering on my tongue. At the mention of his words, I reclined into my seat. The memories I'd gained from spending literally all my life with the president flowed back into my mind. Fuck, I was missing him. At that moment, I felt the anger in my veins loosen, sadness filling the gaps in me, I could tell that he had gotten the answer carefully. “Ok, the president, as of now, I'm sorry to say but he did not—” He paused, his head tilting suddenly.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

He said more like he was telling himself. "I'm not. I just couldn't understand why this sudden apology after all these years? I'll appreciate it if we'll just remain civil to each other. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about that is work-related, Mr. President?" I wanted so badly to end this conversation because it was getting awkward and emotional that I was starting to lose my professionalism. "What if I told you I won't stop until I gain your forgiveness?" He said undauntedly. It was not a question, it was more like a promise.

I responded with a pearly smile. “He was the only one whom everyone listened to when he said enough is enough. We really lost a champion there. And i am sorry we couldn’t make it to the funeral.” A shadow flared across her face before she brushed it off and heaved out, then placed a warm hand on mine. I nodded, believing her. Just then, the president came straight to our table. “Your grace.” He made a small bow before pulling a seat in front of us and perched himself. Melanie literally melted into a puddle in the presence of her husband.

After President Munch made a move, the moment Lovert's pinch fell, President Munch immediately cheated, "I made a mistake, I made a wrong move, and I will start again. I won't take this step." "Grandpa, you have no regrets." Lovert silently reminded the old urchin. President Munch didn't care, "If you have no regrets, I will regret it, and I will go again." After speaking, he dropped the chess piece again. Lovert raised his eyebrows, "It's better that you left this time than just now." After he finished speaking, he also left.