Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

"It was our fault. We failed as parents. Mr. Mercer, if you can forgive her, our family is willing to give up everything we own as compensation." My mother let out a cold snort beside me. "The Winters family's assets aren't even a drop in the bucket to me. Do you really think my son can be measured in money?" Adrian's parents shrank against the wall, too terrified to speak. I looked at all of them, feeling nothing. I turned to Selene's mother. "Mrs. Winters, now you care about your daughter's pain? When she stomped on me and treated my life like dirt, did she ever stop to think that I'm someone else's precious child too?"

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling as I finally spoke. “You both will regret this.” I didn’t even know how. I didn’t know what I could do to them, how I could make them feel even a fraction of the pain I felt. But I meant it. I meant every word. Theresa’s mocking laughter filled the room, stopping me in my tracks. “Regret? How?” she sneered. “What exactly are you capable of?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “You have nothing, Alexandria. Everything belongs to Asher now.”

Gena stopped banging at the door, but I could hear her heavy sighs. “Fine then. It's because of that woman, right?” She asked. Her voice was hard, then I heard a shuffle. Like she scrambled up. “She would regret not dying two years ago.” Gena whispered that. After a while, her footsteps became distant, as well as her breathing. My eyes narrowed. I should be happy that she has left. Actually, I was, but she said something. She said Mabel would regret not dying two years ago. Where was Gena going?

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him. "So eat?" Ayden asked. The man took a deep breath and steeled himself. Every night, he always spent reading one sheet of Cheryl's diary. Ayden will not understand in one night how guilt and regret when he saw every word that sounded so sincere from his daughter. Ayden knows Cheryl is lonely. Very. Two adults were silent while contemplating life with deep regret for neglecting their beautiful daughter. God always has a way so that every person who has done something wrong will regret his every action. Cheryl's departure brought sorrow to everyone she knew.

"Which leaves both of us with nothing. No pack influence, no access to the Silverlake treasury, and nowhere to go once your little fake pregnancy blows up in your face. So unless you have a brilliant idea to fix this disaster, we need to pack our bags and run before the sun comes up." "No!" Vivian snarled, her nails digging so hard into her palms that she drew tiny pinpricks of blood. "I spent three years playing the sweet, patient victim for Ethan Sinclair! I endured whispers, I endured his grandfather's insults, I gave up everything to secure this title! I am not walking away like a kicked dog while Ruby lives in luxury!" Her gaze darted toward the window, looking out toward the dark treel

I stood on the steps of the emergency wing with the phone still against my ear. The pain hit first. Then the rage. Then everything at once, and the tears were already coming with no way to stop them. I pressed my lips together and tried to swallow the sound. Couldn't. I thought about him kneeling in the hospital corridor, putting slippers on my feet. I thought about him on his knees in front of me, crying, begging me to wait two more years. Every one of those moments meant nothing now. When I finally ran out of tears, all that was left was a kind of cold clarity, like ice water poured over everything I'd ever believed.

When he walked in front of Halsey Green, Halsey Green's eyes still stayed on Wendy Walters's body, which made Rex Gavyn very uncomfortable, but he still suppressed it. With jealousy in his heart, he smiled gracefully, "What? You did the business for Glory Group with your own hands some time ago, do you still have to regret it now? In my Rex Gavyn's world, you have never regretted it. These two words, and didn't you finally give up Wendy Walters for your career?" Halsey Green slowly turned his eyes back and said, "all mighty master Gavyn I never said that I would give up. Some things are mine and she will come back one day."

“We’ve handled worse. Remember Cassie? Remember how that ended? You trusted me then, and we came out stronger. You trust me now, and we’ll come out of this too.” The reminder hit. He hated it, but he couldn’t fight it. Cassie was gone because of Bridgette, and deep down he knew he’d followed her lead. Payne’s breath slowed. His shoulders dropped a fraction. She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, eyes steady on his. “Good. Now sit down. Let me think.”