Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

Colin said with a trace of impatience in his voice. "I'm not being difficult," Gwyneth replied as tears began to well in her eyes. "Colin, do you regret it? Do you regret being with me?" "You're overthinking," Colin said, his tone softening somewhat. "I don't regret it. I just..." He didn't know what to say, feeling only the confusion in his heart. "Colin, please stop thinking about her, okay?" Gwyneth pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation as she held Colin tightly.

In the end, she left while she covered her face. Silence hung over the empty break corner. Their coffee had long gone cold. Gwynn was left alone in there. Contrary to what she had told Eluned, she felt very guilty over what happened to Ewan! However, she wasn’t going to try to make it up to him. She was worried that she’d subject him to a worse fate. After all, Maddox’s tragic fate would haunt her for her the rest of her life. Once was more than enough. Spring came and the flowers bloomed with vibrant colors.

After a while, Becky went crazy from all the torture, looking like a dirty, mad old lady. Ellison even tried to ask Janet about me, hoping for a photo or any little thing, or if I had left him something... However, Janet just told him. "Lily left you nothing, not even a word." Ellison stood still, his face twisted in pain, looking terrible. It made sense. He had made so many mistakes, and when Lily left, he knew he would not be forgiven. Ellison spent his days lost in drink, stumbling through life until he drank so much he ended up in the hospital.

And Wynn was so angry that he said: - I just hope you don't regret it. Riffen of course did not hear this voice of his because his room was too soundproof. Wynn returned angry, but what he was angry about was not Riffen's other words but his failure to calculate. - It's okay, I still have another way, maybe things should start already.

The scene was bloody with chaos’ after match littering everywhere. There were so many things to address— so many feelings to confront but I didn’t know where to start from. I had lost a good amount of my men to war— I needed to address the hurtful feeling that lay in my chest because of that. I had been careless and let the Lycan King escape— I need to address the regretful feeling that stung my chest because of that. Cayden… Cayden had willfully risked his life to save mine— I needed to address all the weird feelings and confusion weighing on my chest because of this realization.

Just like the night he asked me to call Yvonne for him. "You're back." Nash shook the bottle of alcohol in his hand, his eyes glazed. "Wendy, you said I would regret it back then. I said I would never regret it." He hung his head, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "But I regret it now. I never expected that the life I wanted would turn out to be so unbearable! Now I realize how much you helped me. I regret how I treated you. If Yvonne had died, if all these things hadn't happened, would you be with me? Why didn't you stop me? You liked me, didn't you? Why didn't you stop me?"

Ryan regretted, "I just wanted to comfort her quickly and then go see Grandpa." "It doesn't matter." I didn't want to say anything harsh anymore, just said, "You shouldn't apologize to me either. It's not me you've wronged." He was silent behind me for a moment. "I've let down both you and Grandpa." A pang of bitterness rose in my heart. I pushed away his actions and lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. "Ryan, you will lose more because of her sooner or later." The "her" didn't need to be named. We understood each other's hearts.

Blake's POV Wynnie froze. I stared at her and bellowed, "Wynnie, all of this is nothing but physical pain! What I had suffered was the most painful betrayal! I was deprived of a child I should have had! My dignity was trampled on the ground like it was trash that was free for stray mutts to tear apart!" My entire body was shaking as my voice rose higher and higher. Seeing me break down and accuse her openly, Wynnie panicked. The regret surging in her eyes was so overwhelming that it was impossible to hide.

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

“Sally, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mocked you…” Shawn and Jane exchanged glances, then hastily pulled Shawn up. “What is there to be sorry about? We’re neighbors—we still have to take care of each other from now on!” On the other hand, Sally sighed amidst Wynn’s numerous apologies. “If you’re regretting it now, why did you have to be like that in the first place?” Her heart was not as big as her uncle and aunt’s. Wynn had dared to frame her husband. Sally would never forgive her for this!