Acidity Of Regret Novels & Stories

The word was ripped from me as I shattered, pleasure searing through every nerve ending in a blinding, convulsing wave. For a moment, there was only blissful, empty silence. Then, slowly, I pulled my fingers out. The sight of my own slick glistening on them brought the crashing return of reality. Disgust. Guilt. Shame. The familiar, vicious cycle was complete. I was so tired of it. I just wanted to feel good without this aftermath of regret. But the regret wasn’t for the act itself—it was for the face I saw in my mind, the name I cried out. I couldn’t help it. Kade was magnetism and fire, and I was just human. Beating myself up changed nothing.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

“The old me was single-minded about stabilizing WS Group, obsessed with expanding it as quickly as possible. I wanted to prove myself to those founding shareholders who looked down on me and silence all the doubters. I admit, I was too competitive back then. My eyes were fixed only on the company and work, neglecting the person I should have cherished most… you.” “Truthfully, I think the old you was outstanding in every aspect except as a husband,” I said sincerely. “So don’t let our failed marriage make you dismiss everything else about yourself.” He smiled wryly. “Scarlett, you don’t need to comfort me. Back then I was either emotionally clueless or just too self-centered. Now I regret it.

She even threatened suicide multiple times, demanding that he marry her. Over time, Marcus not only made major mistakes at work but also failed to resolve basic flaws in his research results. Just like that, he got fired from the hospital. I looked at the countless messages Marcus had sent me, all filled with regret. [Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made decisions on my own just because I felt sorry for Hannah's poor health.] [Honey, please respond to me. I'm begging you.] [The hospital's going to fire me. Honey, can you help me contact your professor?]

His trust, his love, his belief in me. He's too close to me and trusted me enough to bring the girl he loves home. And I shattered it. “I regret it!” he yells. That one hits differently, and it sinks deeper. “I regret bringing you here. I regret being your friend. I regret caring about you!” Regret. The word echoes in my head because I feel it too. A suffocating, unbearable regret that claws at my chest and refuses to let go. “I regret loving a liar!” My fists clench at my sides in shame because that's also what I am right now….a liar, a failure, a disgrace of a father.

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…"

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.

He didn’t just say what I think he said, what…why would he say that all of a sudden? “Henry…” “I know it sounds unbelievable right now, I mean I’m the same guy who threw his wife out of his house, took their child from her, and made her feel unwanted when she clearly loves me. I’m the same guy who took my mistress in and stayed with her without realizing what I’ve lost. I’m the same guy who rushed to his ex-wife after finding out he has a cheating girlfriend and is now confessing about his unwanted feelings to her. I sound pathetic right?” He asked with a low chuckle but I didn’t say anything.

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

There was no turning back now. I stood there, watching her for a moment, searching for something—anything—that would make me stay. But the words refused to come. Instead, I turned and walked away, leaving behind the only woman I had ever loved. As I drove back to the mansion, I waited for a sense of relief. But it never came. The weight in my chest grew heavier with every passing mile, a suffocating reminder of what I was losing. No, this wasn’t a relief. It was a regret. Pure, unfiltered regret.