The President's Regret Novels & Stories

he smiled painfully. Eka tried to mask his pain with a smile, if only he could see in the mirror what smile he forced onto his face. The smile that terrifies the maids around him, the president never felt this way before. Losing someone that he considers as important has never been in his dictionary. It’s because he never considers anyone as important. “Are you him?” The sudden voice from the bed surprised the president.

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…"

While she lost the ability to respond after observing the redness, he whispered in the most broken, hoarse and hopeless voice she would ever hear coming from the mighty billionaire that he was. "I've got my lesson, Claire. And I am truly regretful. I wish I could open my chest up and show you how my heart is bleeding since the moment I realized my mistake. I don't expect you to forgive me anytime soon. Take your time. Punish me in the hardest way you can and I won't expel a wince. But... Don't shut the doors on me, Claire. Please." Tears now trailed down both his eyes like a stream. The pain sensible in his voice tore through her like fire. Her attempts to breathe and calm down were failing.

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

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

However, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, casting a shadow over the room. "Rowan, I must address the recent developments," he began, his tone tinged with both sympathy and concern. "Numerous events have unfolded, each with its own negative impact on the company's image and overall order. Given the uncertainty of whether similar incidents will recur in the future, the CEO has given this matter serious consideration. Unfortunately, he believes it may not be suitable for you to continue working here, and we hope you can understand the challenges the company is currently facing." With each word, Rowan felt her heart plummet, sinking deeper into the depths of disappointment and uncertainty. The wei

“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.

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,

“Yes yes. I promised I can. My wife and I would…” “She's twenty six years old, isn't she?” Ruby Yu asked as the couple raised their heads, the smile on her face remained same. Unfaltered. “So you had that fool in your care for almost thirty years and didn't manage to teach her any manners.” “I apologize,” The president fell to his knees, “please forgive us, we were irresponsible and…” “I heard you plan on running for president next year.” Silence.