The President's Regret Novels & Stories

⸻ My daughter. Tears welled in my eyes instantly. ⸻ “I’m sorry,” I whispered weakly. ⸻ For the first time in my presidency— I wasn’t thinking about power. Or elections. Or the League. ⸻ I was thinking about whether history would remember me as the man who saved the country… ⸻ Or the man who destroyed it.

Zia said in disbelief as she stood up. " Forgive me Mr President, I shouldn't have reacted that way," Zia said and sat back down. She smirked seeing the president's remorseful expression. " Miss Zia, I'm really sorry to bring this up, but such a young and beautiful lady like you doesn't need to be deceived like that. You should have your life going, with a man who truly loves you," the president said as he slowly brushed off the hair that spilled over to Zia's face in her position, having lowered her head.

Joe asked the President who looked at him full of disappointment and anger and then answered. "I'm very disappointed with your input, Joe! I should have acted more quickly on this." Said the President who immediately wanted to walk away. "Plak Plaque Plaque" The president's footsteps were about to leave the room but stopped when Joe spoke again. "Wait, President! Didn't I tell you all this before?" Joe said to the President who immediately stopped his footsteps and looked at Joe. "What do you mean, Joe?" The President asked Joe. "That's right, President! Have you forgotten what I said then? This is only the beginning and I firmly believe this is not the doing of the West but of Europe." J

I stood on the steps of the emergency wing with the phone still against my ear. The pain hit first. Then the rage. Then everything at once, and the tears were already coming with no way to stop them. I pressed my lips together and tried to swallow the sound. Couldn't. I thought about him kneeling in the hospital corridor, putting slippers on my feet. I thought about him on his knees in front of me, crying, begging me to wait two more years. Every one of those moments meant nothing now. When I finally ran out of tears, all that was left was a kind of cold clarity, like ice water poured over everything I'd ever believed.

“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

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!

He shook his head vigorously, “Something is definitely amiss somewhere, I have to revisit our chat and see what I have missed.” “They are just really careful with their image, have you thought of that?” I tried really hard not to state out my annoyance about the fact that I was here for absolutely no reason. He sometimes struggles to come to terms with what the reality of that people actually have lives that don't revolve around him. “No,” He shook his head again. “You don’t understand, do you? There is no amount of caution that can save anyone from me. I tracked down a president, don’t even get me started.”

It had taken casualties. It had taken the edge of nuclear annihilation. In the presidential bunker, the President made one final decision. He called for his son. He asked for Leo to bring Alexei to him. And when the boy arrived, the President stood to greet him. For the first time in five years. "Alexei," the President said. "I am sorry." The boy looked at his father with enhanced eyes. And he said something unexpected. "I am sorry too," Alexei said. "For fighting you. For choosing against you. For making you feel like you lost control."