Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

Leticia didn't bother covering up anymore, throwing caution to the wind as she grabbed Austin by the collar and began to fight back. It was a terrible mess. Luke quickly guided me away from it. On the way back, he asked me, "Was that your ex-husband, Ms. Jacobson?" I looked out of the window and said nothing. "I think I know why you're so cautious in love, Ms. Jacobson. It's because you'd been deeply hurt by it before." "That's all in the past now. I just want to keep moving forward without looking back." Luke suddenly held my hand. "You definitely should keep moving forward, Ms. Jacobson. If you do, you'll find out that I've always been waiting for you up ahead."

Wynne, dressed in a tattered wedding gown, stubbornly tried to shove the dead fetus into Michael’s hands. “Michael, look how sweet and adorable our baby is. When are we having our wedding?” Feeling disgusted, Michael flung the fetus to the ground and pushed Wynne’s hands away. “How many men have you slept with behind my back? And you still have the nerve to talk about marriage?” Wynne’s expression turned icy, her arched brows trembling with fury. “You think this is all my fault? You were married, and you still came after me! What does that make you?

And if you'll let me, I want to make things right. It was Sabrina looking up at her, that young face a mixture of curiosity and pain. "Why did you stay away?" she asked in the softest, most fragile voice. Wendy's heart broke at the question. "Because I was afraid," she whispered, shaking with emotion. "Too sunk in my own misery to comprehend what I was losing. And it took me far, far too long to understand that losing you both… was the greatest regret of my life." It had been such a long time since anything had happened; the years lost weighed thick in the silence hanging in the air. Wendy could feel her heart pounding with fear, gripping onto it as she waited for them to respond. She brace

In the end, both the wolf spirit and the nervous system would die together. I was already beyond saving. Death awaited me. Even if I told him the truth, what would it change? At most, it would wring a few more tears out of him when I died. What was the point? Casey’s voice dripped with a cruel satisfaction, as though he was savoring the taste of revenge. “All this groveling for a salary? Or is it because Charles Windsor landed in Silver Prison, and now that your backer’s gone, you've come crawling to me?”

Wynn's expression was filled with a deep sadness, his eyes reflecting the weight of their past mistakes. "Home, my dear," he replied, his voice laced with a mix of regret and longing. "Let's leave, honey. We've done enough already. Even if Hazel won't forgive us, at least she's living a good life here. We can't ask for more." Mrs. Wynn's tears flowed anew, her heart heavy with the knowledge of their past wrongdoings. She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving the screen, as she whispered, "You're right, my love. We've done enough harm already. Let's leave, and let Hazel live her life in peace."

a) Trusting the mysterious man. b) Not being able to get revenge. c) Being unable to communicate properly. d) Not being able to see the world beyond the forest. === Zen sucked in air through his teeth. There was no correct answer to this question. Regrets can manifest in so many forms. Mandy could have regretted all the options stated here and perhaps none of it. The only person who would understand Mandy’s regrets would be Mandy herself. “This quest is too unfair!” the gamer complained. “How should I know what a sheltered maiden feels?”

Xever replied, a barely noticeable shadow of gloom flickering in his eyes. "Doesn't he even have a solution?" Disappointment tinged Wynie's expression, and she let out a soft sigh. "Don't worry about it, Wynie. I've gotten used to it over the years," Xever reassured her with a gentle smile. "Spending my days with a good book and soaking up the sun isn't too bad, you know!" "Grandpa, do you ever have any regrets?" Wynie blurted out unexpectedly. "Regrets about what?" Xever asked.

“Also, Wynnie and I are already in the process of a consensual divorce, so we’re no longer family.” The smile on Ms. Lynn’s face froze instantly, then hardened into displeasure. “Miles, don’t forget that you wouldn’t have been able to marry Wynnie so easily if I hadn’t agreed back then.” “Now that something’s happened to her, you’re trying to wash your hands of it?” I remained calm and composed. “Ms. Lynn, the one who made the mistake was Wynnie. The one who betrayed our marriage vows was also her. We’re all adults here. Everyone has to pay the price for their own choices.”

“I took it. The day we signed the divorce papers. Before you came to get your stuff, I took it. It was the one I gave you on our first anniversary.” “Oh.” I realized. “I remember now. Why did you take that?” “I don’t know. I guess I just needed a piece of you with me.” “Do you regret your actions?” I asked. “What?” “Do you regret how everything turned out?” He took a deep breath. “Yes. I wish I had gone about things differently.” Before I could respond my grandpa came. “We’ll leave really soon. You guys should come back into the house.” Our conversation was cut short. We got ready to leave the house. We had asked Rory earlier where she wanted to go and she unexpectedly said the beach.

Kameron explained. "I believe you, but then what?" I asked. "I—" "You still fell for Elliot," I continued before she could reply. "I just... saw a bit of Xavier in him. I wanted to make up for my regrets, and I ended up neglecting you. I've realized that now. Can't you forgive me this once?" Kameron begged. I was speechless. I wasn't expecting one meeting to resolve everything. Looking at her, I uttered, "When you can think properly, we'll talk again."