Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

"Unless, one day you regret it!" The two of them were together, Grainne was always afraid that one day Carwyn would leave her. In every respect, he was superior to her. But in fact, he soon considered her as a part of his body, her love was seeped into his flesh and blood. The one who is more worried must be you, the one who regrets not leaving is you. "No, I don't regret it, you can't regret it either." Grainne quickly replied. "The ring I gave you already, what's the point of regretting it?" Carwyn laughed.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

The room still carried the faint scent of Elara's rose perfume, mingling with the lingering traces of their wild lovemaking from two nights ago. But the woman who belonged to that fragrance was gone. Too late... she's really gone, Mike thought, his sharp eyes staring blankly at the floor, filled with an overwhelming devastation. Another tear of regret slipped down and landed on the back of his hand. Mike let out a bitter laugh, a hollow sound that was painfully miserable. He stared at his own palm before murmuring into the silence. "Isn't this what you wanted, Mike? Haven't you spent the last two years praying for this selfish woman to disappear from your life? Then why... why does it feel l

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."

She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name. Dad tried to comfort her while she clung to his arm desperately. "I saw Zach, but he won't forgive me…" Dad looked like he'd aged years in no time at all. His hair was white now. He stayed silent, keeping his hollow gaze fixed on the window. Then, he whispered, "Zach…" … I was Anne. By the time I got out of prison, the Seymours weren't the same anymore. Something snapped in Mom. She choked William, who'd been paralyzed for years, to death. Dad didn't report it. He just buried him quickly, without a word.

“Miles, I know Wynnie made mistakes and hurt you, but she was deceived by that fraud, Ash. She’s still young and her career has only just begun. If this gets confirmed, her entire life will be ruined.” “How about this? You can say the listening devices in the watch and suitcase were planted by you, and that Wynnie knew nothing about it.” “Don’t worry. The Lynn family will do everything we can to protect you. Even if you can’t be a translator anymore, you can take a cushy position at Lynn Group. It won’t be nearly as exhausting.” “You and Wynnie are married after all. As long as the woman of the household is doing well, the family will prosper. You love her so much, so making a little sacrifi