Bitter Regret Novels & Stories

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.

I felt sorry for her since I was going to break her heart again. She always knew that my heart belonged to Kira but she ignored it long enough in our relationship. She would always try to ignore the pain whenever she would say the L – word and never get back a response. This was the last time I was ever going to interact with her, both physical or emotionally. Or at least that was what I told my-self.

"Dad." This was more than regret. No. There was never a regret as painful as this one. There was never a regret that tore at the heart more than this. When a child realizes that all this time he has been blaming his own parents so unfairly. "Dad." The regret echoed. In the relentless back and forth of grief. Endlessly. Without pause. Causing a grief Garrett could no longer bear. Garrett was suffering. He was wounded. In a pain that wouldn't allow him to apologize.

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

“Whenever things get difficult, you turn your back and run. I’ve never seen a bigger coward than you, Alex. Shame on you. You are a disgrace.” Alexander stopped, his back still to her, shoulders rigid. After a moment, he turned his head slightly. “I just hope,” he said quietly, “that you won’t regret all of this one day.” Then he walked away. “I will never regret it!” Beatrice screamed after him, her voice cracking with fury and hurt. “My only regret in life is marrying a disgusting coward like you. You are my worst mistake, Alex—and I live with that regret every single day!” Alexander didn’t answer. His footsteps faded down the corridor until the house fell silent again.

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.

"You know, when Jules heard the news of the baby's death, his reaction wasn't sadness; he was relieved. The next day, he had someone draft a severance package, wanting to give Maddie money to leave New York." "Maddie refused?" "She lost her mind, alright? She was pregnant out of wedlock and stayed with him without any official status. Now he thinks she can just be paid off? The first thing she did when she woke up in the ICU was to find a lawyer to sue Jules. Then one day, Jules was driving on the West Side Freeway, and she was in the passenger seat arguing with him, saying he was irresponsible, that he ruined her youth, that he had ruined her life..."

The only company he now kept was that of the bottle in his palm. The warmth coursing through his veins with each swallow of rum chased away the darkness that had taken up residence within him. The whiskey poured like an elixir, providing a fleeting reprieve from the grips of terrible memories and nagging regrets. "They abandoned me," he reflected, the words resonating like a mournful litany in his mind. The bitterness within him grew like a storm unleashed.

“It’s been a long day.” Greg studied her for a moment. His gaze wasn’t invasive, but perceptive like he saw more than she wanted him to. “Don’t let him get in your head,” he said finally. Jane blinked. “What?” “Chris.” His voice was calm, but his jaw clenched slightly. “He’s good at rewriting history when it suits him.” Jane looked down at her hands. “People… change.” “Maybe,” Greg replied, “but pain doesn’t just disappear because they say sorry. You survived him, Jane. Don’t forget that.”