Novel & Cerita The President's Regret

“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.

Trent shrugged off the shattered glass, not even bothering to glance back at the mess he had made. He began to pace the floor. Trent was angry and frustrated. As he walked, he blew into his palm, trying to calm himself down. He took deep breaths, attempting to regulate his heartbeat. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the feeling of disrespect that Ross's behavior had left him with. "It's not just about the shareholders meeting," Trent muttered to himself. "It's about the fact that he can't seem to respect me, no matter how hard I try."

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.

“I’m afraid the president couldn’t make it. There was a last-minute emergency that required his attention. He sends his regards and trusts that we can proceed without him.” Michael felt his chest tighten, his mind racing. No Estefan? After all their preparation, the president wasn’t even going to show up? His team had poured their heart and soul into this inspection, and now the president wasn’t even here to witness it? “Of course,” he replied stiffly, keeping his expression neutral despite the frustration bubbling inside him. “We’ll proceed as planned.”