Romans & histoires The Triplets Final Regret

"You exist. That’s what you did wrong. You think Claire wants to see your face every day? You think Brock wants a constant reminder of his mistake? You’re a stain on his perfect legacy." She leaned in close, her scent of lavender and spite filling my nose. "If I were you, I’d run. Before Claire decides she wants your head on a silver platter. She’s already got Brock wrapped around her finger. He’ll do anything to keep her happy. Even if it means making you disappear." She turned and left, her laughter echoing down the hallway. I stood there for a long time, the walls of the tiny room closing in on me. I needed to see him. I needed to hear him say it one more time, without the audience, witho

I said. I didn't lunge at him. I slammed the transmitter into the central crystal of the throne. "Leo! Ace! NOW!" The world exploded in a different kind of white-out. The "Regret-Virus" wasn't a sound. It was an Emotional Tsunami. Through the city's grid, the memories of the Triplets' birth—the moment the 'wolfless' doctor held her three miracles in the dark of a cave—flooded every screen, every mind, and every shadow. The memory of Killian’s first look at Luna. The memory of the way he felt when he realized he had been tricked by Sarah.

"How are you going to make up for it? Start talking!" Trent opened his mouth, but no words came out. Then, he collapsed to his knees as he looked at Richard. "I... I didn't know... If I'd known, I would have never treated her like that! I…" Trent buried his head in his hands, overcome with regret. He never imagined the woman he had targeted so much was someone so pitiful. Someone with so little time left. What had he done? Suddenly, Trent looked up, grabbing Richard's pants in a panic. "I didn't mean it! Richard, you have to believe me! I never went after Maria for my own sake!"

They had each found their place in the tapestry, and she was no exception. As dawn approached, the triplets’ journeys converged in a private, unseen moment: Kai, Aria, and Elara, standing atop the ridge, overlooking their lands, their packs, and the dawn breaking over the horizon. The wind carried the echoes of Jake’s strategic voice and Ella’s nurturing wisdom. In that silence, they understood each other perfectly, the bond of triplets stronger than any ritual, any prophecy, or any power they could claim.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

"Three, then, just for the triplets. Kane's a bit older, so he can stay with Madam Nola or with us." "But that's too many, babe. I don't think we—" "Three, honey, no more debate. Okay, now you get some rest. I'll be back in a minute." Regina couldn't argue any further. She shrugged with a smile. Atlas gave her a thumbs-up and kissed her forehead, then walked to the door. Atlas went to the triplets' room and looked at them one by one, expressing his immense gratitude for the wonderful gift, three at a time.

Clyde finally said something after he had a proper rest. "That must be reason I always have dreams that fuel it all up. Hatred moulded in my like a dirty piled together," she said with shock. 'Hmm,' Rafa sighed heavily, "I guess it will all be over now Kiara," she expressed. The triplets had totally forgotten that the night they are in will end the month and it almost 12:00. Tears flowed down her cheek exhaustively seeing what she had cost them, "I am sorry for everything," she pleaded earnestly with her head buried to the ground.

Trish asks Jonathan in a dark voice. "I am sorry, please. I am really, really sorry, please I regret everything." Jonathan pleaded. Trisha released Jonathan from her hold. It was too much for her. She sat there, leaning her back on a nearby wall, looking at Jonathan with a broken gaze. She wanted to let everything out. They were both crying silently, looking at each other, one with regret and another due to misery.

Rex tries to approach me as well, but I gave a hard stare in return. "I have always looked forward to the day where we could have kids together running across the place, but it appears that none of that would be happening." I turned around and walked away from the living room, as the tears threatened to fall. Why did everything seemed to always crumble when I had hope that they would be getting better and falling in place? I questioned myself as I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The news of the triplets infidelity had caused my heart to ache as I am made to realize that a child would be born out of wed luck