Novel & Cerita Their Regret, My Freedom

" His question was so absurd that I almost laughed again. He had wanted his freedom and passion back then. Now, he regretted it? What kind of nonsense was this? I yanked my hand away and spoke coolly, "Oliver, you and I are different people. Zara gives you the life you want. I don't." There was no point in dwelling on the past. After everything we had gone through across two lifetimes—the arguments and the emotional turmoil—looking back, I only felt distant and disgusted. I turned to leave, only to find Zara standing at the door. "Savannah, don't get too full of yourself. So what if you have money? Don't think Kayden actually loves you."

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

I explained. "Then there's no room for yearning for him to be the one," she replied firmly. "Is it a sin to be regret?" I said bitterly. "No, Vreihya," she said, "but if that regret is keeping you from progressing forward and accepting what is meant for you, that's a problem." "This is my freedom we're talking about! This is my freedom to love whoever I please!" I exclaimed, but she didn't even flinch. Is it wrong to flee from something I don't want to accept?

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

"Am sorry my son ,I just wanted the best for you but instead I ended up ruining everything , please find it in your tiny heart to forgive mom ok ,the chances of me being with you are so slim that I have lost all hope ,but somehow I feel you will never be alone. "I am full of regret as I talk to you now ,I have no idea when next I would have the chance to even hold you ,I shouldn't have returned ,we would have lived our best life in another country ,we would have become best of friends , now they are just mere fantasies . "Am really sorry my child ,I am so sorry ,I cried with the excess pain I felt in my heart ,I was filled with nothing but regret . "I hope you find it in your heart to forgiv

To let them believe I have repeated history. Taking a deep breath,I kick open the back window. And look at the burning room one last time. "I hope regret kills them slowly, because trust me when I say" "The most hurting pains are the ones where you can't beg for forgiveness" "Where you cannot see them ,you cannot feel them" "But can only yearn for them. Can only burn in regret" Jumping from the window,I roll over to land on the grass below. Taking a sprint from this place. A big blast echoes in the silent forest and I hear screams following.

Regret became my constant companion, a gnawing ache in my heart. In my dreams, Freya's face haunted me, her eyes reflecting the pain and betrayal she had felt. The memory of her tear-stained cheeks when I uttered those damning words of rejection remained an indelible image in my mind, a testament to a choice I couldn't forget. Now, as I looked out at the moonlit landscape, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the biggest mistake of my life. The thought of her, alone and cast aside, filled me with a sense of emptiness and longing that I couldn't ignore.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash