The President's Regret Novels & Stories

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

"What now, Reggie?" "Well... The man has confessed to carrying out the blast and new charges are piling up against him. But that's not important. I'm sure sir will make sure he regrets every bit of it until justice is done to the affected innocent children and their parents. What I am really worried about is... Him." Reggie said gloomily. "W-why?" "Ma'am," Reggie sounded reluctant as though he wasn't permitted to talk about this. "After the divorce and your miscarriage, sir blamed himself for many things. He was in a complicated state and the regret had reached its peak. The death of your baby took a toll on him.

“Nothing, it’s just… your life is insane right now. Like absolutely insane. You get framed with deepfake p**n, lose your entire family, sleep with a random billionaire, and then accidentally get hired at his company. It’s like a soap opera.” “It’s not funny.” “It kind of is. In a tragic, horrible way.” She sobered up. “But seriously, are you sure about this dinner? He’s your boss.” “He’s not my direct boss. And he said if I want nothing to do with him after Friday, he’ll keep things professional.” “Do you believe him?” I thought about the way Adrian had looked at me in his office. The intensity in his eyes. “I don’t know. But I think I want to find out.”

He typed a reply. “Continue watching.” — Back at the penthouse. Aurora had finished eating the small breakfast Adrian prepared. The apartment felt quiet again. But the quiet felt different now. More tense. Aurora walked toward the large window in the living room. The city stretched endlessly below. Adrian was standing nearby reviewing emails on his phone. Aurora suddenly spoke. “Adrian.” He looked up. “Yes?” Aurora hesitated. “Do you regret it?” “Regret what?”

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

“We told him the ritual was unstable. We told him the consequences were unpredictable. We told him to stop.” “And he refused?” “Obviously,” he said without hesitation. “He believed the reward outweighed the danger.” I swallowed as his words settled on me. If there was one thing I understood about powerful people, it was how easily they convinced themselves sacrifice was worth it. Especially when they believed they were chasing something greater. The president stood again. Then slowly walked toward the window overlooking the mountains. “For years,” he said quietly, “I regretted not stopping him myself.” I stared at his back with a sense of understanding.

Not our divorce. His regret.

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.

While cleaning his wound, she said, "Mr. President, if you feel pain, don't suppress it and please let me know. I'll try my best to be gentle." "It doesn't hurt at all." In the past, he almost lost his life to protect her. He didn't feel pain at all then. This little injury was really nothing for him. "Hiss—" Just as he said that he suddenly felt pain. "I thought you said that it doesn't hurt? Is everything okay?" She glanced at him coldly. She pressed hard on his wound on purpose. She wanted to remind him about pain. Everyone had the right to express pain. She didn't want him to suppress everything in his heart just because he's a President. He was just a mortal being at the end of the day,