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The realizations hit with slow, bitter clarity. “You moved on already?” Fabian asked, disbelief edging his voice. Claire turned back to him one last time. “No. I finally stopped waiting.” She walked toward Aaron. Aaron glanced at Fabian briefly, then placed a gentle hand at Claire’s back—not possessive, not triumphant. Just present. Fabian watched them leave together, the distance between them widening with every step. For the first time, regret wasn’t theoretical. It was immediate. And it was too late.

the man said, his voice terrifyingly calm, a quiet, ruthless tone that made it infinitely more frightening than shouting ever could have been. "Three weeks, and I still don't have my money." "Reggie, please." Frank's voice cracked, high and pathetic with raw desperation. "I just need a little more time. I'm begging you." "You said that three weeks ago," Reggie said, his eyes devoid of any human pity. "I don't do more time. I do results." "Please!" Vivian sobbed, her entire body trembling in absolute horror. "We don't have it, we swear on our lives we don't have it!"

"I won't let you make a decision you might regret." "I won't regret it." "How can you be sure?" I reached up and traced the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble rough against my fingertips. "Because I've thought about this before. Long before tonight." I held his gaze, letting him see the certainty in my eyes. "When Lyra was controlling you, when I thought I might lose you forever, my biggest regret was that we had never completed the bond. That if you died, or if I died, we would never have been fully connected."

After a long moment, she said, "Answer." "Academy life was fulfilling and meaningful. I completed three core courses: Emotional Control, Absolute Obedience, and Rational Thinking. My final evaluation was 'Excellent.' My instructor's comment was, 'The most successful rehabilitation case of the year.'" I recited the passage word for word, with no inflection at all. The back seat was silent for a long time. Jack muttered, "She's just like Sophia now." I stared straight ahead, expressionless. The city rolled past the window — skyscrapers, overpasses, billboards. None of it looked like I remembered.

" A sharp pain struck my chest, and my breathing grew tight. Elara’s words were like a dull knife, carving into my heart again and again. She knew exactly how to hurt me the most, which was why she could defeat me so easily. I drew in a slow breath and tried to steady myself. "You’re right. A jinx like me doesn’t deserve you. We’re done. The wedding is canceled." After saying that, I hung up. A notification from Elara’s social media popped up on my phone. She was completely naked, draped over Drew, the flush on her face not yet faded. She had written: "No matter how much time passes, you will always be the one I couldn’t have. I finally gave myself to you. From now on, I’m yours."

"The Elders wanted you exiled. I’m giving you a roof over your head. You should be thanking me on your knees." Claire let out a delighted little giggle, stepping up beside him and looping her arm through his. "Oh, Brock. That’s perfect. I have so many things that need... deep cleaning." The humiliation was a physical weight. I had to stand there while the man I had given my virginity to—the man I had loved for a lifetime—handed me over to his new mate like a piece of used furniture. "The Alpha has spoken," Elder Raven said, though her eyes were filled with sorrow. "Raya, baring your throat is the only way this ends without blood."

“Gurl, you really need to calm down, give it some time, “ she said. “Trinity,I can't, I need to get to him. He can't just discard me like that” I lament. “You know he hasn't married you and you both aren't even exclusive” she said. “I know, “ I replied again. Hearing Trinity now,I need to do something fast. I have never had sex with Kingston, just a little bit of kisses here and there, we were not exclusive but I need to get him back. Fast. “Gurl, you just need to have some rest and think but not too much” Trinity said from the other line.

On the day of our engagement party, my fiancée showed up with her ex-boyfriend in matching outfits. Then she took the microphone and made a very public declaration. "Lance, even if I'm engaged, my heart will always belong to you." Every head in the room turned my way, and it was obvious they were all enjoying the show. I calmly slipped off my suit jacket and gave a small smile. "Well, the stage is already set. Why not make this your engagement party instead?"

Gena stopped banging at the door, but I could hear her heavy sighs. “Fine then. It's because of that woman, right?” She asked. Her voice was hard, then I heard a shuffle. Like she scrambled up. “She would regret not dying two years ago.” Gena whispered that. After a while, her footsteps became distant, as well as her breathing. My eyes narrowed. I should be happy that she has left. Actually, I was, but she said something. She said Mabel would regret not dying two years ago. Where was Gena going?

And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home. But regret is definitely something that I feel, the sex, that should never have happened. That kiss, that one, that day in the car on the side of the road, that one that set this entire mess up into motion, that I regret with every bone in my body. Trinity Stone is a regret. And what else Trinity Stone is, she is a liar. See, there was never a clip on her head…she has not been threatened by anyone…the only one that threatens her safety is the one that is now sharing a bed with her.