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She scoffed, making me face herself. My skin smothered in regret and apprehension. I lowered my head like a guilty criminal. I've had enough of Claire's cutting comments. It's not like I hated them. Hell, I know I deserved them. But they hurt me more than a third degree burn would. It had made me lose hope completely. It's difficult to look Claire in the eyes. It's difficult to pay back for what I did, much less compensate her for the loss she incurred. The loss. I stared at my bare, darker in color, feet against Claire's smooth and white ones. I so wanted to touch her feet and massage them. And maybe suck on her toes! Fúck, where am I heading? I was thinking about her loss. Our loss.

I opened my mouth. She held up one hand. "I am not finished," she said. "You are going to use these people. Not because I am asking you to accept charity and not because you need rescuing. Because you have seven years of lost time and I have seven years of guilt to convert into something useful and between those two things we have exactly enough momentum to make something that matters." She looked at me directly. "Your work is extraordinary. It was extraordinary at twenty two and it will be more extraordinary now because now you understand what it costs to make something and what it costs not to." She placed one hand back on the portfolio cover. "I will not watch you lose another year to a m

, Stephan screamed. He threw me back on floor and walked on my palm as he left the room. He was definitey frsutrated because he didn't gain what he wanted. Fear and grief in my eyes are long lost and about snatching something from me.... I have nothing to lose. However, there is one thing I am losing, my respect. I am not a gold digger. Stephan loved me too. It is a pity to see him walking on his father's path. I got up and went to the washroom. i switched the shower on and stood under it. The water drops washed my head dripping the blood off kissing my bruises making them burn a little.

But as the corner of her lips curved into the faintest of smirks, I felt a spark of hope ignite in my chest. This wasn’t going to be easy. But for her? I’d fight every battle, climb every mountain, and shatter every wall she put between us. Because losing her once was my greatest regret. And I wasn’t about to let it happen again.

The statement immediately captured her attention. Because regret had shaped so much of their lives. Adrian continued. “For years I regretted losing control.” A pause. “Then I regretted being wrong.” Another pause. His expression softened. “Now I regret wasting time.” The honesty felt profound. Because it reached the heart of everything. Time. The one thing nobody could recover. The one thing nobody could replace. Years lost. Conversations missed. Memories never created. Interesting. Very interesting. Ava understood exactly what he meant.

Going for things that truly matter. My dream as an astronaut was caught short because I want to make her happy but she sees me like a useless piece of shit. Not man enough for her. “I'm hoping you could resume immediately. We have an underlying project in hand” “Sure Mr Tuner. Will resume immediately” “Glad to hear that” the phone cut off. Tracy I hope you don't regret this.

"For eleven years, I mourned the child I lost. I was so consumed by losing one son that I forgot I still had another." My chest hurt hearing the regret in her voice. "I thought staying away was protecting him." She shook her head. "I thought he was better without a mother who couldn't even save his brother from the pressures of the man I love from the pressure of the weight of the crown." A tear fell onto her dress. "But tonight, when they told me I was going to die..." She inhaled shakily. "My only regret wasn't dying." She looked back at me. "It was that I wasted eleven years."

She nodded, her gaze fixed on the amber liquid in her cup. “Yes.” Her eyes widened. “You answered that fast.” “Because it is obvious.” She was quiet for a moment, processing. “That does not make me happy,” she finally said. “It should.” “No.” “Why not?” She looked up at me, and I saw the complexity in her expression, the kindness she extended even to those who’d hurt her. “Because if he regrets it now, then he never really understood what he lost.” I studied her carefully. Few women would think that way about a man who’d abandoned them.

Happy and Loved. And me? I am left with nothing but regret. Regret for betraying the only person who ever truly loved me as a friend. Regret for chasing after a man who never belonged to me. Regret for being so blind that I couldn’t see what I had until it was gone. If I had known she would end up in the arms of a billionaire who worships her, maybe just maybe I would have thought twice before ruining everything. Now, it is too late. I lost her. I lost everything.

He was losing her. She turned and walked away. Defeat filtered inside him. Sadness drenched his soul. Today was the second time he’d lost her. He hadn’t given her a chance the first time around, and now she wasn’t willing to give him one. He followed her outside the stables and into the sunlight. He stood by the side for a long time, even after Jade got into Anthony’s car and drove away. His heart splintered. He’d lost the most precious thing that had ever happened to him. If only he’d valued her more when she’d been with him. If only he’d never let her go in the first place. If only… His eyes burned. He was paying the price of his decisions, of choosing his insecurities over her, and it was