Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

she said nervously. She began to sob. "Wendy, I envy you… I envy that you never had to try, and our parents still loved you. When I saw you kidnapped back then, I truly wished you would disappear so that they would only have me." Her sobbing grew louder. "I know I’m selfish. I know you’ve always been good to me, but I was just so scared. I really love Rick. Why does he care so much about the past?" Jennifer didn’t understand. In my past life, I didn’t understand either...

"I don't regret my decision. I would've saved whoever needed saving that day, regardless of whether it was you or not." I smiled and turned my head away, not wanting him to see the tears rolling down my cheeks. An intense wave of dizziness washed over me when I stood up after the nurse removed the needle, making me sway on my feet. James subconsciously reached out to support me, but I pushed him away gently. "I'm never going to bother you again, James. I'm going to let you go, so that I can set myself free too." Only after being reborn did I realize that James and I were like two thorny vines. The closer we got to each other, the more we hurt each other. Only after exhausting all my strength

Emily. My life has never been more miserable than it is now, I had thought I had it all. That getting Gwen’s property was my best plan, I had thought I would get away with it but I was wrong. I started regretting my decisions the day after Ian left, I haven’t seen him since then and he hasn’t bothered to come visit either. I kept telling myself that I should not have done what I did, I shouldn’t have taken Jason out of his house that day. I should have closed my eyes to the past—to how he treated me and then moved on with him.

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!

I said quietly, “don’t disappear from your own life because you’re tired. Rest, sure. Reevaluate, absolutely. But don’t give up something that makes you you just because the world got loud.” Alder exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding his breath. Wynne stared at the table for a long moment. “I just don’t want to regret it,” she said. “You will,” I said honestly, “if you decide it for the wrong reasons.” She looked up at me then, her eyes searching. “And what are the wrong reasons?” she asked. I thought of Luca and the estate, about how easily women were absorbed into roles they never auditioned for. “Fear,” I said. “And guilt.”

He would never beg for his life. I sighed. “Matt, please just go away. I don’t have time to deal with all this now. I don’t want to have lunch with you, and there’s nothing to talk about or make right between us. I’m beginning to get irritated by all this.” “Meadow, there’s a lot to talk about between us, and you know it. I know I messed up seven years ago. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought about you. Please, I just need another chance to make it up to you. I just want us to start afresh,” he said, walking closer to me.

"I know it's hard to forgive when someone has scarred you so badly. But what if I regret what I did, and now I want a relationship with you and see the error of my ways? Will that be enough for us to start over?" Amanza smiled, "Regret isn't enough. I want much more than that." Her hands moved to his chest, and she came to life. He didn't pull away but smiled. She was an inch from his face. His warm, deep, and excited breath fell on her face; she wrapped her arms around his neck, inviting him to her.

"Jasmine, that woman who broke your leg, I made her crawl on the ground for the rest of her life. That eases your pain, right?" I floated beside the tombstone, watching his increasingly haggard face but increasingly crazy eyes without a trace of emotion in my heart. Could these acts of revenge bring me back to life? No. So, they were meaningless. [Time remaining before return: 1 hour.] The system prompt sounded. Mom lost her dancing talent and became a cripple who had difficulty even walking normally. She locked herself in her old practice room every day, playing the video of me dancing when I was a child over and over again.

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”