The Triplets Final Regret Novels & Stories

My father, Vince, and the boys' father finally came in, their tough-guy exteriors crumbling as they took turns holding the newborns. The triplets climbed into the oversized hospital bed with me, tangling their limbs around mine. "You guys were a disaster today," I whispered into the dark. "We were a little uncalibrated," Nickie admitted. "Next time, we’ll have the protocols down," Luca promised. "Next time?" I groaned. "I just pushed out an entire squad!" "Next time is for the girls," Matteo teased. "The Noir Triplets." I just 'shh'-ed them and closed my eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep surrounded by my six Moretti men.

Just a strange, quiet stillness. I thought maybe her regret was real. Maybe she truly suffered. But so what? She and I were nothing to each other now. The thread had been cut. The bridge had been burned. The man she was crying over didn't exist anymore. I closed the browser, locked the phone and put it in my drawer. Then I went back to the workbench, where Callie was waiting with a crooked wooden bridge that kept falling over. "Mr. Clark, look! The bridge is going to fall!"

“You destroyed everything we had. You broke me when all I wanted was to love you. And now you want to reach for what you threw away?” I couldn’t answer. My throat burned, my vision blurred. I wanted to scream that I had changed, that I regretted everything, but even I knew it wouldn’t erase the truth. The triplets quieted in the maid’s arms, their little breaths filling the silence. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from them. Something inside me broke watching them, knowing I had lost something I could never claim. Nada straightened, her chin high. “You’ll sleep on the couch tonight. Don’t think you’ll be treated like a guest in my house.”

“I need to say something. Again.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping, her attention still fixed on the twins. “Alex—” “I know,” I interrupted, holding up a hand. “You’re tired of apologies. And you’re right. I’ve said them before, and words don’t erase what I did. But I have to tell you, sitting here, seeing them laugh like this, knowing how much I missed—I’ll never stop regretting it.” Her hands clenched in her lap, knuckles turning pale. She was silent for a long time. “Regret doesn’t fix the past.”

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?"

Draven looked up at her, his jaw set tight. "It’s the triplets," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They just snuck out of the estate... and they took a private helicopter to follow us here." He looked at the beautiful, romantic villa, then back at her, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "It seems, Mrs. Blackwood," he sighed, though his eyes were filled with pride, "that our children have decided our honeymoon is far too boring without them. And they are landing in ten minutes."

No drama, no laughter from the triplets, even though I am trying my very best to make them smile. They are more paranoid than ever since their father returned, and I fear this is because they are vulnerable because of their mother's death and don't know which emotion to feel. “Can I help?” a voice said behind me, and I shook immediately, snapping me right out of my thoughts. I turned, and my eyes met Jeremy, the triplets' father's friend. Unlike Ronald, who looked older and mature, Jeremy looked like the triplets' age. He had dark skin, a nose piercing, and long locks which were packed up, along with the most beautiful grey eyes.

As she sobbed so hard that she could barely catch her breath, she said, "How did this happen? I didn't know. I really didn't know... "Liam called me before the surgery. If only I had gone to see him... "I never meant for them to die..." I let out a mocking laugh. There was no medicine for regret in this world. I had long since stopped caring about feelings that came too late. After comforting her for a long time and seeing her emotions gradually settle, Tucker actually smiled and said, "In a way, this is a good thing too. You're no longer tied down by a family. "We can finally be together."

When the fire trapped me, my Alpha mate, Graeme Blackwood, was throwing a birthday party for my little sister, Ayana. I was locked in the basement, trembling so violently my bones clattered against each other. When the flames first caught, I called him. Begged him. His voice was ice. "Evelyn, stop the act. It's Ayana's birthday. I'm not letting you out just so you can ruin it. Let her have her night. Once she's happy, I'll let you out." I tried to explain. With the last shred of strength I had, I called him again. He hung up on me. So I just watched. Watched the flames swallow everything.

She said looking confused. I lost my baby five months ago. My third miscarriage and their babies inside me now? How? What's happening to me? “Did you just say babies?” I asked, trying to get everything together. “Yes darling, the doctor said there are triplets in you” madam pink replies me. I almost fainted. Triplets in me? What is going on, what is wrong with me. I pinched myself to be sure this isn't a dream. It's not, I'm not fucking dreaming at all.