Blindsided Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

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"

“You believed in me more than I believed in myself. And instead of protecting that trust… I wasted it.” He rubbed both hands over his face before meeting my eyes again. “The day you asked me for a divorce was the day I realized there was no fixing what I’d broken. I’ll carry that regret for the rest of my life.” A lump formed in my throat. I didn’t know what to say. Never in a million years had I imagined hearing these words from Ken. He had always been so confident, so stubborn, so convinced he was right about everything. Watching him break down right in front of me felt almost unreal.

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.

Like, even broken like this, he was clumsily trying to hold on to something. Sometimes he'd look at me, eyes heavy with regret, and rasp, "Emily, I'm sorry..." I knew he meant it. After a brush with death, maybe some obsessions really do fade. But it was too late. My heart had already shattered—seven years of waiting, of letdowns. It broke for good that night, when he pushed me away and ran to Celine. There was no fixing it. I took care of him so I could leave clean—no guilt.

I let him pull me in, let myself trust when I should’ve known better. I felt like the biggest idiot alive. Completely shattered. There was nothing I could have done differently, I tried to tell myself that, but the regret wouldn’t let me breathe. My chest constricted as I wished, desperately, that I hadn’t believed him so blindly. That I hadn’t clung to his words like they were lifelines. I buried my face in my hands, broken sounds rattling from my throat before I could swallow them back. A gentle touch startled me. Someone knelt beside me, fingers brushing against my hands, coaxing them apart.

“There’s no place for you in my future.” The color drained from Kaelen’s face. “Is there… not even a small chance?” “None,” I said, my voice sharp and final. “The bond is broken. It can’t be mended. This isn’t a business deal you can renegotiate after a loss. Some things, once shattered, stay that way.” “Your regret is your own cross to bear. It has nothing to do with me.” I gave him one last look. “Kaelen, let it go.”

It packs me in a cocoon and cradles me in a light that blows even the last specks of darkness away. The feeling fades away, but the love does not. I open my eyes to see the gorgeous orbs of my mate. I lose myself in them before the memory of what happened in the hospital crashes me. Tears flowed down my cheeks, overflowing my eyes. The feeling of sadness, regret and shame overwhelms me. I threw my engagement ring at him. He said he didn’t care about me. Where do we go from here? Are we going to be okay, or are we forever lost now? The heartbreak of the small events from the last few days crushes me, but I keep my eyes on his. I keep him in my line of sight, because I am afraid he’ll actually

“Do you ever regret meeting me?” He blinked, startled, as if the words had knocked the air right out of him. “What?” His voice was sharp, not in anger, but in disbelief, like he couldn’t fathom that I’d just spoken the thought aloud. I swallowed hard, my throat burning. The words tumbled out anyway, raw and trembling. “Everything fell apart after. Sometimes I think… maybe if I’d never been with Liam, never stepped into this world, none of this would’ve happened. Maybe everything would be different.” My chest tightened as I forced the confession past my lips. “Maybe I wouldn’t have ruined everything.”

"What now, Reggie?" "Well... The man has confessed to carrying out the blast and new charges are piling up against him. But that's not important. I'm sure sir will make sure he regrets every bit of it until justice is done to the affected innocent children and their parents. What I am really worried about is... Him." Reggie said gloomily. "W-why?" "Ma'am," Reggie sounded reluctant as though he wasn't permitted to talk about this. "After the divorce and your miscarriage, sir blamed himself for many things. He was in a complicated state and the regret had reached its peak. The death of your baby took a toll on him.

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.