The President's Regret Novels & Stories

He was not a tender understanding person; his wife was living proof of that. His wife and daughter were waiting for him. He experienced a sense of loss for the man he used to think he was right before this night happened, but there was no sorrow at what might have been or wishing he could undo his choice to be with her. He had no regrets. The president and the heiress walked together over the sand; she was back in her white dress but all he had on him was his pants. He wondered where to begin and wondered why he did not feel the urge to start the conversation that bad.

My eyes fixed on Katarina's face. We were left dumbfounded. We looked at each other, our chests heaving. I was too surprised by the intensity of our bodies ' reactions to each other. It was like dry tinder to fire- burning at the slightest provocation. The silence constricted my thoughts, but I spoke nonetheless. “I am not sorry,” I said quickly. “But Sir!” I could feel her body tensing in outrage. “As a man, I am not sorry. I wanted to taste those lips for weeks now, it made me crazy just thinking about it. But as your President, who at present is bound by his party obligations, I am sorry.”

Father said that he is sad because he couldn't witness my wedding in person as the father who had looked after me all this time," Rachel whispered in a trembling voice holding back tears. Mrs Tom smiled sweetly. "do not be sad dear." … Calvin sat pensively at his desk in the office. His head was spinning, his brain was muddled. Because of the conflict between him and his cousin-in-law, Rapheal, his life was completely destroyed. Even Calvin almost lost everything. Flashback on. "Forgive me in dvance, Calvin." said the President with a heavy heart. "Today I took the decision to stop you from government as a member of the DPR."

“All I'm trying to say is that if we lose this deal, there won't be another chance.” I exhaled heavily. “I know. I... I'm sorry for this.” The apology felt foreign on my tongue. I rarely apologized. In my world, every decision I made was calculated and justified. Regret wasn't something I entertained on a daily basis. Ever since what happened five years ago, regret has become a part of me. “It's fine, Carlino. Should we go?” he asked while straightening his collar, bending down to gather the files scattered across the pavement.

Regret was a useless emotion. I knew that better than anyone. Regret changed nothing. It didn’t rewrite history. It didn’t fix damage. But standing there alone in the dim light of my office, I realized something terrifying. For the first time in years… I regretted something deeply. Not a business decision. Not a failed negotiation. Not an investment. Ciara. Losing her. Hurting her. And possibly losing seven years with my own son because I was too blind to see the truth back then.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

After all, losing an owner to a company is a serious problem, especially if you don't leave everything prepared for someone else to take over the presidency. - I did, and since then everybody treats me well all the time, it's not as if they don't, but it gets boring and repetitive. You know, they flatter you, bring you things, buy you presents. That is boring. I'm not special because I have an illness. I honestly didn't want to do it that way, I should have had a meeting with just the president's staff and the administration staff. Anyway, everything remains in our family.

I forced out a smile as I looked up at her. “Are you ready?” She asked, smiling down at me kindly. The answer was yes but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. It felt too real. Just two days ago, I had left the hospital, happy that I was finally pregnant after a year of trying and now I was back trying to get rid of my source of joy. “Mrs Baron?” She questioned, bringing me out of my reverie, this time wit a slight frown. “i’m sorry…” I laughed nervously, unsure what to say to her.

When the other people learned that she was in the mall when the assassination happened, everyone got worried. The president sighed heavily, weariness etched into the lines of his face. "Physically, she's unharmed," he replied, his tone tinged with sadness. "But emotionally, it's been difficult. She flinches at the slightest noise, and the nightmares..." His voice trailed off, a flicker of helplessness crossing his features.

In the dark, his back looked lonely and pitiful, like a big dog that had been cruelly abandoned by its owner, not whimpering or resisting, just trying to start making a living on his own. I suddenly felt guilty again, so I took the initiative to turn on the light: "Don't look for it, the hair dryer is here." "Thank you." "Antoninus said. I shook my head. "Thank you is not what I want to hear." Antoninus was obviously not one to apologize, preferring reason to "I'm sorry." "I am the president no matter what," he said. I can't let a woman take risks for me." "But you're not just a president, you're a sick man who hasn't recovered, and... And Chris's dad. You should also consider your own safet