Blindsided Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

That's why he ordered his hit, but now, truly, things had gotten out of hand. The testimony that truly broke him came from Isabella Rivera, his ex-wife. She was looking good, happy and very beautiful. Of all the things he has done, mistreating Isabella was at the top of his regret list. Things were great when she was around but Eliza flipped his world upside down. Not to shift blame but she was bad luck.

“You don’t get to demand a place in our lives just because you feel guilty now. Guilt isn’t love, Alex. And I won’t let my son be a casualty of your regrets.” His expression shattered, but she didn’t let herself care. Not this time. “Goodbye, Alex.” And with that, she walked past him, leaving him standing in the shadows of the life he had lost. "I know I could have handled things better, and I deeply regret not being smarter about it. I also knew there was a chance that Jasper was mine, but fear made me turn a blind eye to the possibility. It was selfish and easier to believe you had an affair with someone else.

“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.

"You’re going to regret this, Lucas. Mark my words. You’re pushing away the one person who could really love you for who you are." I turned away from him, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack. "Maybe I am, Blake. Maybe I am," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. "But at least I’m not setting myself up to be broken again." Blake stood there, the disappointment in his eyes cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. He didn’t say another word as he turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts, my doubts, and the echo of every hope I had just shattered.

Hanna continued to express her heartbreak and disappointment until she realised that Andien was just looking down. "Andien... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so hard on you. I just ...." "I understand, and you don't have to apologise to me. I'm just sorry and ashamed that I didn't have the courage to act like you," Andien said quietly. "Now you're back and I've heard from the doctor who treated you that your health is better. What are you going to do when you meet Kenan? Do you intend to repair your relationship?" asked Erlangga after Hanna had chosen to remain silent.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

"Ethan, I know it's too late for anything I say now. But I really do regret it. Every day, I think about it—if only I hadn't said you were just 'easygoing' at that party. If only I'd run after you. If only I hadn't deleted the photo wall. If only I'd noticed how much you were hurting sooner..." Her voice broke apart toward the end. "Would we still be together right now?" I looked out at the snowfield in the distance and said quietly, "Olivia. There are no 'if onlys.'" The line went silent. I went on. "You didn't break me all at once. You broke me piece by piece, over and over. And I didn't fall out of love overnight. It was a slow accumulation of disappointment, one letdown after another. So

“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.