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"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

Finally, he pressed the phone against his chest as if he could steal back a fraction of her lingering warmth. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he had lost his red rose forever. The most dazzling rose that had once bloomed wildly in his life was shattered by his own hands. But perhaps… this was his ultimate fate. Vincent would spend the rest of his days drowning in solitude and longing, paying penance for a sin that could never, ever be washed clean.

There was no turning back now. I stood there, watching her for a moment, searching for something—anything—that would make me stay. But the words refused to come. Instead, I turned and walked away, leaving behind the only woman I had ever loved. As I drove back to the mansion, I waited for a sense of relief. But it never came. The weight in my chest grew heavier with every passing mile, a suffocating reminder of what I was losing. No, this wasn’t a relief. It was a regret. Pure, unfiltered regret.

My thoughts are having difficulty moving on from you; I know you were unhappy about the presents, but I would not have sent them if I had known; please forgive me. I erased the note and sat on the couch while turning on the TV; the screen suddenly displayed video footage of Diego and Nelly in Dubai. I put the soup on the table and rapidly zoomed in on the photo. My eyes were unable to accept what they were witnessing. “What!”

He said and I veered my gaze to Ralph in my fright. He had tears in his eyes and I had a swollen feeling of grief and fear within me. Both of us were on different levels of pain. While mine was emotional pain, his was more physical but we both shared one emotion, one similar pain. Regret. I was in regret and I could see that Ralph was. We were about to die because we had been stupid. I was about to die because I had been greedy. “Should I kill the King or the Queen first?” The Lycan King asked an open question.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m some mistake you regret.” He stops pacing and looks at me , really looks. His face is hard, but his eyes flicker with something softer, buried deep ,regret maybe, or pain. “You think I don’t regret things?” he says quietly. “Because I do, Emma. I regret that we’ve become this.” He turns away, walking toward the stairs.

They've really missed you. As I cried uncontrollably, the door to the room opened. There, standing in the doorway, were my parents—aged, their hair touched with gray. A wave of guilt and regret flooded my chest as I looked at them. After hearing everything I'd been through, my father slammed his fist on the table, seething with rage. "We knew from the start you were going to marry him. But we never liked him! And now, he's got the nerve to hurt you?

"Stop pushing me away Camila! do you know how much I've been through when you left me?! After you left someone told me the truth. And after that I tried to find you for weeks but your parents told me that you fly to America and they did stopped me from following you there. I went home that day. I'm depressed! I shut everyone out.I didnt eat or even drink. I didn't let anyone in. I only want to have you with me but you aren't there.the days have passed, I was expecting you to come but you didnt. I lose hope so I tried to kill myself. It wasn't successful though.Someone made me realize that its not too late. After that I tried and tried and at last I found you. And you are here standing infro

He watched her from across the room, the space between them feeling vast and unbridgeable, the regret a heavy stone sinking in his gut, pulling him down into a dark,su#ocating despair. gut. Every careless word, every unanswered call, every time he'd chosen his own stubborn pride over her soft, forgiving eyes replayed in his mind like a broken record.He remembered the curve of her smile the !rst time he'd told her she was beautiful, the way her hand !t perfectly in his, the trust that used to shine in her eyes likesunlight on a clear lake. He'd shattered it, piece by piece, and now stood amidst the ruins, desperate to rebuild but paralyzed by his own failures. He yearned to rewind, torewrite

Not as the ruler of Carrington Bay’s underworld. But as someone who was still carrying an enormous loss even now. “Do you regret it?” Naomi asked softly. “Even though my father is already gone?” The question left Cale silent for a long moment. Slowly, his gaze lifted toward Naomi. And for a brief second, Naomi felt something incredibly dark and lonely hidden inside his eyes. “My deepest regret,” Cale said, his voice cold yet painfully honest, “is that I didn’t follow your father into the afterlife.” Naomi’s breath caught instantly.