Blindsided Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

She couldn't leave Andrew. However, Vivien hears Lucy's voice on the phone call. Lucy said: "Well, I think the same thing. I'm packing my bags right now." Vivien:... ??? Vivien cannot believe it. "Are you serious?" Lucy picked a couple of clothes and placed them in her suitcase. "Yes, I am. I don't want to engage with him anymore." Vivien cannot believe it, "Really?" Vivien knows that even if Lucy left now, she might regret it soon and come back to Andrew a couple of hours later. Like what Lucy has done several times before.

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

“Shut up. What the hell do you mean I owe you? Are you delusional?” If we’re talking about who owes who, it’s definitely her! My emotions had been tossed around like a ball between her and that cheating ex I once called my husband. They both made a fool out of me. I wanted to find a wall and bang my head against it. I’d promised myself to leave the past behind, but since coming here, that seemed impossible. “You ruined me by making James break up with me!” she snapped, then laughed bitterly. “Well, at least it’s good to know you got dumped by him too.”

I had affairs. My eyes shut, and my hand tightened my grip around the glass. “I regret it…” I muttered under my breath.But regret doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t undo the damage. It doesn’t bring her back. And now, It’s too late. Or maybe...Maybe it had to happen this way. Maybe I had to lose her to understand just how much she meant to me. Because if she hadn’t walked away would I have realized it? Would I have stopped? Or would I have kept going, thinking she would never leave?

“Here’s what I remember. I remember you letting my brother eat you out, you letting him finger your sweet cunt while you tried not to cry out for your sweet boyfriend. I remember you choking on my cock. I remember the taste of you in the middle of the night. I remember how it felt so right. How we felt so right, and now, you expect us to believe that’s it? You wanted to blow off some steam, and now, you have? Fucking bullshit. Explain yourself right now!” He was so hurt. He told me I would regret it, and I did. I do regret it so much. Maybe I should have handled it better than I did. Maybe I should have told them when Alicia approached and threatened me. Maybe they wouldn’t have cared if eve

His breath was warm against me as he whispered, “Should’ve done that… a long time ago.” I gasped, a strange heat flooding my spine. It rolled through my limbs like a wave, dizzying and raw. “My only regret… is not doing it sooner.” Then his head dropped back. “Nathan no, no, stay with me,” I begged, cradling his face. “Please—please, don’t close your eyes.” But he didn’t respond. And I shattered. A sound tore from my throat—half scream, half sob. My heart felt like it was collapsing. Something inside me cracked, split open like a dam breaking.

Because the moment they become your entire world, you forget how to stand when that world collapses. And when cracks appear, when trust fractures, you realize you no longer know who you are without them. It is safer not to expect. It's safer not to hope too loudly. Regret, after all, is inevitable once someone knows exactly how to hurt you. I am not a professional lover. I have not had grand romances or dramatic endings. But I can imagine the aftermath, lying awake, dissecting every mistake, wondering if you loved too much or not enough. Sometimes there is nothing wrong with the love you give.

How could he not have any feelings at all? In the end, his initial consideration was not well-rounded, and he hadn’t been able to see through many things thoroughly, and had harmed Echo. If he had not minded Finn’s feelings toward Echo back then, if he had understood that he was he and Finn was Finn, and if he had known not to have jumbled everything together, then perhaps they would not have broken up. But in life, there was no such thing as medicine for regret, and neither was there a chance of starting over.

She laughed and hanged up I know it's crazy, but I lost it I break down in tears of regret "What did I do to myself"

I said. "I heard that Romeo broke up with you. He is such a dickhead. Don't mind him. I am sure you are in pain right now. " Samantha rambled, her long eyelashes fluttering rapidly. "I am not heartbroken. It is a normal thing. It is bound to happen, anyway. " I uttered. My hands tightened into fists. I instantly regretted that I blurted out the last sentence. What was bound to happen? I didn't expect my breakup with Romeo. Honestly, it came as a shock to me.