후회 Romane & Geschichten

With a thud, they dropped to their knees. Through the cold iron door, I could hear their frantic cries. “Henry! Mom and Dad were wrong!” “Henry! I was wrong! Please forgive me! Save me!” I leaned against the door and listened quietly. These voices were once my most cherished source of warmth. Now they only made me feel disgusted. After a long moment, I looked at them outside and said coldly, just two words, “Get out.” … Two weeks later, I was released, fully exonerated.

“Do you think Meadow will come back to you after everything you did to her? You impregnated her and left her to suffer all alone. You were the one who spread that video all over the school, and you watched my friends and me bully her every day in school without stopping us. So tell me—after everything you did to her, do you think Meadow will still forgive you?” Annabel’s words made me weak. She was telling the truth. I did a lot of bad things to Meadow. I know convincing her to forgive me will be hard, but I’m sure she will definitely forgive me. “You don’t need to worry about all that. Meadow loves me so much. And I know she won’t only forgive me, she will also take me back.” “Hehehe… you a

Just when I thought the storm was finally over, Mira suddenly posted again on social media two days later. [Here’s the evidence you’ve all been asking for.]

over and over. Don Carlo sat in his wheelchair, weeping, repeating, “Mistakes… all mistakes…” I gently withdrew my hand. After arranging their funerals, I boarded the return flight without a second glance. Elena came to the airport to see me off, her face aged, her spirit gone. “Maybe leaving was the right choice from the beginning,” she said hoarsely. I smiled but offered no reply. As I turned, I remembered my son's words before I died in the last life:

Let him suffer. Payback’s a bitch.

He takes the hand off of his face and places a kiss to my palm before resting it on his chest, covering it with both of his larger hands. "Really?" He asks hopefully. I give him another wide smile. Before I narrow my eyes and scowl at him, ripping my hand away from him. His brows furrow in confusion as I take a step back. "No." I say harshly and his face drops into pure sorrow. It hurts me deeply, deeper than I thought possible. The mate bond is so much stronger than I anticipated, but that only hardens my resolve. "I, Hannah Quaid, reject you Micah Grey as my mate." I yell at him. He falls to the ground in agony, clutching his chest and groaning in pain. I now know what to expect when he ac

"Leave, and do not return anymore. I'll pretend that I don't have a son like you." Kenneth stared at his old father. He was no longer the vigorous figure who had caned him back then. He had repented his past actions. But it didn't matter if they were right or wrong. There was no turning back for him. All he could do was to move on. There were so many things he wanted to say, but they ended up into something simple. "Take care, Dad." Jessica, who was unwilling to accept her defeat, grabbed Kenneth's hand and shouted, "Hubby, this is our home. Why should we leave?"

"Even though my card is still frozen, my brother has transferred me a lot of pocket money. I have no problem treating you to a few nice meals!" "Ms. Rosethorn, you really don't have to feel guilty about what happened to me." Sage continued knowingly, "Even if you hadn't pushed me at the hospital the other day, I would've still fallen to the ground and miscarried." Giselle was caught off guard. After all, she did feel a strong sense of guilt toward Sage. Even though Sage's miscarriage had nothing to do with her, Giselle still couldn't stop blaming herself and feeling guilty whenever she thought of Sage covered in blood.

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