Novel & Cerita Wynne's Regret

On impulse, I had a death certificate forged and her name officially changed from Blackwood to Thorne. She got to start life anew and I got to be an integral part of that life. But once again, I let too much time pass before making a move. It had all been too complicated. There had never been a right time. I never wanted it to seem like I was taking advantage of her memory loss. And also, what if she woke up one morning and remembered? Would she want to remain with me? None of that mattered now anyway. Zayne was back to take what was rightfully his. And I would be back where I started. Watching.

So she let herself lean into it. “Wynn told me something,” she said, quieter now, the sobs ebbing. “Back in Greymire. After Lena lost the baby. She said when people go quiet inside, sometimes they come back and sometimes they don’t, and the ones who come back are usually the ones somebody refused to let go of.” Brynn looked at him. “Don’t let go of me, Torrhen. When the nights are like this. Don’t let go.”

Wayne's mind was now consumed by two thoughts. Regret and how to win Fiona back.

"I see a man who rejected his mate because she wasn't good enough for him. I see someone who shattered a twenty-one-year-old girl and walked away without looking back. I see—" "I looked back." His grip tightened fractionally, desperation bleeding through. "Every day. Every single day for five years, I've looked back. I've thought about you constantly. Dreamed about you. Gone half-mad with—" "With what?" I yanked my arm free. "Regret? How nice for you. I spent those five years *surviving*. Rebuilding myself from the wreckage you left behind. So forgive me if I don't have sympathy for your suffering."

Graham's face darkened as he watched. Meanwhile, Cassidy let out a soft whimper and looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, hoping for him to intervene. But instead of stepping in, Graham grabbed my hand with a look of pure joy, as though he'd just found a lost treasure. "Whitney, you're finally back! I've searched everywhere for you these past few days. I almost thought you really didn't want me or our son anymore… "I've realized I was wrong about you. Cassidy knows she was wrong too. Please, don't hold this against her, okay? Let's start over. We can be happy again."

“Money, legacy, power—you’ll lose everything.” He opened his eyes, the resolve in them unshakable. “I already lost everything when I saw what you did to her.” And with that, he ended the call. --- Inside the mansion, Ny. Wiratama stared at her silent phone. Her hand shook as she placed it down. She wanted to scream, to throw something, but all that came out was a whisper. “He’s just like his father…” The old butler, standing discreetly by the doorway, looked at her with quiet pity. “Madam, forgiveness is sometimes the only way to win back what’s truly yours.”

"The message is simple. Walk away from the Thornes. Walk away from Elara Vance. Walk away from everything you've built with them. Or the next knock won't be on a hotel door. It'll be on your girlfriend's apartment door. Three in the morning. No warning. No second chances." Damian was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "You're not going to touch her." "I don't want to. But Victor is losing patience. And when Victor loses patience, people die. You've seen it before. You know I'm telling the truth." "Then tell Victor to come himself." "Victor is in prison." "Then tell him to send someone scarier than you." The room went silent. Then Marcus laughed. It was a cold sound. Empty. "You have a death w

And now I'm on a run to escape far away from him. I can turn my life into a drama. I'll earn handsomely. Only that I wish it was as easy as it is in the dramas to move on from a heartbreak. The truth is… It still hurts. I still miss my son. I still miss being a Luna for Fred's pack. We came to the lining of the woods and stopped just outside it. Should I take a run? It'll do me good. ‘Let me rest a little first, Verena. My body is still throbbing from how the stranger fúcked us.’ Verity pleaded.

When I tried once more, the number had turned into a dead line. Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, my phone rang. Margaret's familiar voice rang out on the other end of the line. She sounded choked up as she said, "Don Cursley, I'm so sorry… If I had waited for you to come home on the day of the fire, nothing would've happened to Mrs. Cursley…" She kept apologizing while sobbing, but something in her words felt off. I asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"

“Please, don’t let me go.” But he pushed him away and locked the doors. It fell into the unknown, as the void ate his body into pieces. There was satisfied laugh came from Wayne. He detests that gruesome face, disfigured or not he didn’t want to see it. He remembered the actions he done in the past. He looked at him with amused eyes. “Deep down I might have regrets, but I enjoyed it. You deserve to die.” “Hoh? You sure about the?” The woman in the window reacted. Followed by chuckle, she knocked at the window and said, “You’re scared though? You act so tough but have proven something?”