Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

How? The whole drive home is spent thinking. Thinking of all the things I could have done. Thinking of how I could have handled things differently. I regret a lot of things, but my biggest regret is how cruel I was to Gunner. He didn’t deserve to be scorned by his own mother. The whole ride is a blur, but thankfully I don’t get into any trouble. I was so lost in my head that it was a wonder I didn’t get into an accident.

, Stephan screamed. He threw me back on floor and walked on my palm as he left the room. He was definitey frsutrated because he didn't gain what he wanted. Fear and grief in my eyes are long lost and about snatching something from me.... I have nothing to lose. However, there is one thing I am losing, my respect. I am not a gold digger. Stephan loved me too. It is a pity to see him walking on his father's path. I got up and went to the washroom. i switched the shower on and stood under it. The water drops washed my head dripping the blood off kissing my bruises making them burn a little.

A shiver crawled down my spine. Nobody needed to explain what that meant. The silence stretched. Long and uncomfortable. Finally, Victor spoke again. "Whatever happened that night, Luna, you're missing more than memories." I looked down at the envelope in my hands. The paper suddenly felt much heavier than it should have. Victor's next words settled over the clearing like a storm cloud. "And I think the thing you forgot is the exact reason someone wanted you dead.”

"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."

My heart tightens with a mix of emotions — disbelief, regret, and a searing pain that digs deep into my soul. I struggle to comprehend the weight of the revelation. The room suddenly feels too small, and I find myself momentarily frozen, forgetting to inhale. The air turns heavy, pressing against my chest as the enormity of the mistake I've made crashes over me. Regret washes over me like an unforgiving tide. I see the moments I let slip through my fingers, the accusations I hurled in anger, and the irreversible decisions that unfolded. It's as if time itself has unraveled, exposing the hollowness of my choices.

The sharp pain made her break out in cold sweat. But Aidan didn't seem to notice the agony on her face. He hurriedly motioned for her to be quiet. When the phone finally connected, Natalie's crying voice came through. "I'm so sorry, Aidan. It's my fault. I lost control and messed up the deal with Mr. Conley. You know I'm not like Sasha. I have self-respect. I just can't bring myself to drink with men. "Besides, you're my boyfriend, Aidan. When I heard you were going to that kind of place, I just got jealous."

Tears of joy spilled down my face as I thought myself the happiest woman alive. It wasn't until much later that I learned of Tristan's greatest regret—that he'd never handed that glass of whiskey to Winnie. A bitter smile crossed my lips. Now, at last, maybe he could. Memories surged up in relentless waves, and a bone-deep weariness dragged me under. I sank into a troubled, uneasy sleep. When I opened my eyes again, the car was already sitting in the villa's garage. Winnie was gone. She must've slipped out without me noticing.

“Please, hear me out, Wynnie.” Joel turned to look at Wynn, whose expression was cold. He tried to explain. “That’s enough!” Wynn said angrily, clenching her delicate fists. She glared at Joel and said, “Do you enjoy tricking me, Joel Harris?” “No, Wynnie, this is… I can explain.” Joel panicked now. “Forget it, stop talking to me. I don’t want to see you anymore, and never contact me again. I don’t want my husband misunderstanding anything.”

She closed her eyes and rested her head on the side of it, as she didn't know what to feel about everything that was happening. She dizzily picked up her pulse and looked at the bracelet she was wearing. "The one who's behind your death will be punished, Yvonne," she whispered achingly. Every time she would think of her, there was still a pain that tugged at her heart. She regretted that she was too busy working. She should have given it to her twin if she just knew that it was going to happen. "Are you watching from above? Are you happy with the result too? Have you seen Irish Williams and Sofia's faces when they realized that we are going to win over them?" Yvette forced herself to stretch

So she let herself lean into it. “Wynn told me something,” she said, quieter now, the sobs ebbing. “Back in Greymire. After Lena lost the baby. She said when people go quiet inside, sometimes they come back and sometimes they don’t, and the ones who come back are usually the ones somebody refused to let go of.” Brynn looked at him. “Don’t let go of me, Torrhen. When the nights are like this. Don’t let go.”