The President's Regret Novels & Stories

Liam was so scared his teeth were chattering, and he could barely stand up. “I don’t fire people without evidence. But if I do have evidence, I won’t let anyone off the hook. If Mr. Liam, you have any objections, we can settle this matter through legal channels.” “President Hamilton, I know I was wrong! I acted impulsively and made a wrong decision! Please… please spare me! If this gets out, I won’t be able to hold my head up in Hemsworth!”

She did not think that the failure of Nova's speech would make the President's angry. President asked his son to give reasons. "Tell me your reason, Dad wants to know." Liana immediately apologized for Nova's mistake. "Please forgive Director Nova, President." President turned his gaze towards Liana with sharp eyes. President Director Dika regretted slapping Nova on the cheek. Liana ventured to say again to the President, "There must be a reason and Nova doesn't want to tell. Although I don't understand everything, and if I knew why without Nova's approval, I wouldn't say."

and "Good job, Gen Z!" I straightened up, observing the smug faces in the audience. "Due to my stubbornness and conservatism, I neglected everyone's emphasis on personal time and caused you all immense inconvenience. I sincerely apologize to everyone here." The applause grew even louder. Larry even stood up and shouted, "Mr. Sander, to admit one's mistakes and correct them is a great virtue!" Cynthia proudly pointed the camera at me, as if showing off her spoils. I waited for the applause to subside before changing the subject. "To truly return freedom and choice to everyone, I've decided to make a disruptive adjustment to this year's team-building plan after one night of careful considerati

I hurriedly explained, “Dr. Browne, you’ve misunderstood. The President has always kept his condition hidden from Mr. Robinson. Today’s incident was sudden. The moment he heard about it, he immediately chartered a private car from the countryside to rush back overnight. This was me acting on my own without following the President’s orders. Once he wakes up, he will surely blame me.” “His mind is clouded, and you, his subordinate, follow suit?” Dr. Browne removed his reading glasses and pressed his temples. “If those legs ever recover enough for him to walk without trouble, it will be a miracle. Even if he regains normal mobility, rainy days will still be hell for him!” Dr. Browne’s words wer

I whispered. He shook his head, “Not that, everything before the after party was real. Though I’m sorry the day didn’t end as you have always wished,” he apologized. This time I shook my head, he shouldn’t apologize for trying to save us all from danger. I could still remember the last he saved and got shot, this time I was thankful he wasn’t hurt. I was thankful nobody was hurt. “Don’t apologize, it’s alright,” I told him and then smiled.

"Are you regretting it?" "Regretting what?" "Making this agreement." "Not really." I shook my head lightly, feeling a bit lost. "Originally, I agreed to it to make him give up sooner. But now I'm wondering, if I had clarified things with him earlier, would it have saved him some time?" "Please, he didn’t give up even when you were married."

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.

The man had followed his gaze. “That does not bother you?” “Yes.” The answer came before pride could edit it. The man blinked. Austin let the truth stand. “I regret what happened between Hallie and me. I regret choices I made. I do not enjoy watching her build a life with Grant.” The representative’s attention sharpened. Austin continued before the opening could be mistaken for permission. “My regret is not evidence that her life is false.” Silence. “And I am not telling you Grant is a man I personally approve of.”

Walking towards me, he stated, “Your knee is hurt and it should be quickly treated.” Trying to register his words, I blinked in confusion. Wait a minute. Did we come all the way here just to treat my injuries!? I felt my face flush. “Mr. President, it's just some minor cuts and bruises. You shouldn’t have bothered bringing me here. I can just apply some ointment to them.”

The door closed softly behind him. Silence expanded. Heavy. Absolute. For the first time in decades, there was nothing to control. I stared at the ceiling. Ninety days. Ninety days to secure succession. Ninety days to preserve reputation. Ninety days to prepare for absence. The arithmetic of mortality was brutally efficient. Regret arrived quietly. Not dramatic. Not overwhelming. Just persistent. I regretted never traveling simply to wander. Never seeing the world without agenda. I regretted not visiting an amusement park since I was ten years old, the last time joy existed without strategy.