The President's Regret Novels & Stories

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.

Several senior executives had suffered because of this. The president did not swear, but the low air pressure from him was enough to make people tremble. One vice president was even fired yesterday!

At one point, someone asked me how long I’d been in corporate leadership. I laughed. “Longer than I realised.” In the late afternoon, I found myself back in Reign’s office. He was standing by the window, the city sprawling beneath him, his posture relaxed but contemplative. “Come here,” he said. I joined him, shoulder brushing his. “Do you regret anything?” I asked quietly. He didn’t answer right away. “Yes,” he said finally. “I regret not listening sooner. I regret letting fear dress itself up as control.” I looked at him. “And now?”

“Enough! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You’re betrothed to a man and you go around kissing another celebrity, you lack manners and have no regard for people” “What regard do you want me to have for people who lack human feelings? What regard do I have for a president who is contented with watching his citizens suffer just because he wants to win an election?” She retorted and stomped away.

I snapped. I didn’t mean to be rude, but his words hit me hard. I had spent my entire life trying not to become like him and hearing him say I was just like him felt like a slap in the face. “Not a single day has passed that I don’t regret every decision I’ve made,” He pleaded. “I never meant to hurt your mother.” “But you did, and you realized your mistakes far too late,” I replied. “Besides, you’re only sorry now because you want your son back, not because you actually feel remorseful, am I right?” His bowed head confirmed my words.

He read about how I researched cooking the best foods to nourish them back to health, only for them to complain about how disgusting it was… Ever since I rescued them, all my grievances had finally come to light. Raffaello dug his nails into his palms as if trying to punish himself. His palms started bleeding, but he insisted on finishing my diary. When he finished the last page, he finally broke down, sobbing, "I was wrong, Grace! Oh so wrong! I… I can't even do anything, it's all too late!" No matter how much he regretted it, I was gone. I could no longer come back. I could no longer pull him into my arms and gently pat his back to console him. There was never going to be another Grace in

Soon, it would be gone completely. But she’d be back. She’d be back stronger than he could ever imagine. And when she was, he’d finally understand what regret truly meant. The plane touched down in Seattle as the sun rose over the mountains. Sophia stepped onto the tarmac, a small suitcase in one hand and a secret in her heart. But waiting for her at baggage claim was a man in a dark suit – one she’d never seen before, but whose eyes were fixed on her face. He pulled out his phone, typed a quick message, and looked up at her with a cold smile.

How he left her hanging every time Zoe called over a little misfortune. Regret filled his chest as he fell to his knees and began to cry. Micheal stood and gave him some time alone to process the new development, “We will continue to search and move as fast as we can to find your missing wife, Mr. Sinclair,” Micheal said before walking out and shutting the door behind him. Ethan shook his head as he grabbed onto his shirt and continued to mumble, “It must not be! How will I ever atone for hurting you this way Rose? I'm sorry!” His shoulders shook as he remained on his knees, shattered and broken with a heart filled with regret!

"Or have you forgotten what these babies feel like on your face?" Terry flinched and took a step back. "What are you, a caveman?" he muttered. "Don't get cocky. I'll show you what it means to be destroyed. Mr. Regan suffers from a chronic illness, which is why I've brought our family doctor along." He pointed at the man beside him, a doctor in a white coat, and cackled. "Still think you can win?" The two disappeared into the elevator leading to the president's office.

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.