The President's Regret Novels & Stories

"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.

"I am very sorry, President. I won't dare to underestimate anyone ever again. Please don't do this to me, please. I have a family, a son, and a wife just like you. They all depend on me." Leaning back, Aiden wore a bored expression. He spoke coarsely, "You should have thought about that before taking up this job. Since you clearly did not do the work, I will have to announce your failure to the world unless you return every cent of my money with a million-dollar interest for wasting my time." Frank face instantly lost color. Without giving it another thought, Frank fell on his knees, head bent as he folded his hands. The previous pride thrown out of the window. He cried, "Please, President.

Samuel Li laughed awkwardly, "That's why I've come to ask for your forgiveness. I'm willing to give up half a year's salary. I only hope that you, President, could show me some mercy. Please forgive me!" James looked disdainfully at Samuel, who was laughing bitterly. James raised his eyebrows and said, "What do I need your half a year's salary for?" Samuel was still worried about his salary. But now when he heard his president's words, he suddenly widened his eyes in surprise. Didn't President like to do this before? Yesterday, he made such a low-level mistake. He didn't expect that his president wouldn't want to deduct his salary. He went out this morning and ran into a rainbow. It turned o

He would never beg for his life. I sighed. “Matt, please just go away. I don’t have time to deal with all this now. I don’t want to have lunch with you, and there’s nothing to talk about or make right between us. I’m beginning to get irritated by all this.” “Meadow, there’s a lot to talk about between us, and you know it. I know I messed up seven years ago. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought about you. Please, I just need another chance to make it up to you. I just want us to start afresh,” he said, walking closer to me.

Sarcasm added to the mix. "Not a day goes by that I don't feel regret but I can't change the past. Hailey, I'll beg of you, do not let this secret go out in public." He pleaded. "I'm not sure that's going to be possible, Mr. President." "Okay fine. How much do you want? I'll give you anything, please. I don't want the future of my children ruined." "And Celine? Is she not your child too? One that deserves a good life?"

He had gone lost in thought and didn't realize he was holding a glass, and it slipped out of his hand and scattered all over the piece place. He got another one and continued from where he had left his thoughts. He kept thinking of who to call. The state members he knew before have all retired and the ones there are young people. He hasn't had any course to meet with the president before, so he doesn't know him. Mr. Wright had heard rumors about the president saying he was a man who always goes for what is right and refuses to be bribed. "Ahhh." Mr. Wright screamed, holding his head. "Are you okay, sir?" His house help, who was close by and had heard his scream, asked him.

I continue before I can be cut off, “yet no one has ever seen Ruby’s mother. No president in Lacertia’s history has hidden his wife from the public, so how are you any different from the so-called ‘immoral’ men you criticize? Are you ashamed of your wife?” The press scattered around are eating up my question, cameras swinging to take pictures of the woman daring enough to ask it, then back to capture the president’s reaction. He looks as arrogant and confident as always, and I know I’m the only who can see his mind churning. I did this for my job, for Henry’s campaign. But I’m sure from Aaron’s twisted perspective, he’s replaying my threat to his image if he didn’t stay away from me. And now

Ch-50 Three days later… “I don’t know what they are thinking. For the past four years, we never saw our President even for once. If I don’t see her now, I will sell my shares,” one person said. “Yes, she can’t even trust her people,” another one commented. “It’s like insulting us,” another added. "I wonder a President like this would even suit to handle the enterprise," Mrs. Parkinson one of the board members said straightly. Even though people were surprised at her words but she was right at some point.

"I understand, and I owe you an apology. There were… misunderstandings." Mr. MacQuoid waited, his silence pressing him to continue. "About the case five years ago," the President began, choosing his words carefully. "I should've believed you. I should've… acted differently." He paused, wondering if that wouldn't sound too desperate when he could give orders and the man would carry them out regardless of his feelings. But he knew how that would make him look—unrepentant and a bully. He didn't want anyone, especially someone he'd once considered a friend, to think that of him.

The president regretted his decision to approach John when he noticed his expression. Uh-oh. Judging by John's demeanor, he seemed quite unhappy! "Do you need something?" "I just heard that you're planning to cancel Diana's upcoming performance. As a student of my university and the student representative, I thought I might have offended you in some way. If that's the case, I apologize." The president cautiously spoke in a soft voice, aware of the overwhelming influence of the Matthews family in Cloud City. He couldn't afford to offend this Hades-like figure.