Novel & Cerita Wynne's Regret

"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."

Rivers of tears, kept falling from her eyes At that moment, regrets flooded her mind. She regretted ever driving Lincoln away he was changing even though it was because of the mating consequence, at least he was acting nice to her, so to her, she could have grabbed the opportunity then, and all this wouldn't be happening because no other wolf, can do this to the Alpha. “It is done Quinn, so all you can do, is dust up yourself, do what Zayne had said, and await for the next thing,” a tiny voice said in her heart

"Fine. I'll get it to him." She turned and jogged back into the yard without looking back. Cassian stood at the gate for a long time, unable to make himself leave. Wynn called his name several times before he finally snapped out of it and got in the car. "Cassian," Wynn asked quietly as they pulled away. "Do you regret it? The severance?" Cassian looked at her. Despite the ache in his chest and the sheer gravity of what he'd lost, he didn't regret giving Trista her freedom.

“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.”

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."

She considered the question carefully. “Maybe,” she said. “When the past no longer speaks louder than the present.” He nodded. “That is fair.” He opened the door, then paused. “For what it is worth,” he said, “losing you was the greatest regret of my life.” Yvonne met his gaze. “And choosing myself,” she said, “was the greatest lesson of mine.” He closed the door. The vehicle drove away. That night, Yvonne sat alone in the command tent, reviewing new reports.