Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Novels & Stories

he says hoarsely. “And?” I shoot back. “Seventeen-year-olds can still think.” “They can,” he admits, his voice cracking slightly. “I have no excuse for what I did.” The anger inside me doesn’t ease, not even when I see the regret burning in his eyes. “Something we can finally agree on,” I mutter. “At seventeen you weren’t a child. You knew exactly what you were doing… Forget the lie Chloe told you; you could have simply ignored me instead of tearing me apart with your words and actions.”

And what is he trying to do with his actions now? “We reached, Sha.” His words brought me out of my thoughts, but before I can open the seat belt he held my hand. “You said you will just drop.” I pointed out. “And I did! Just… just listen to me, Sha.” He pleaded and I glanced at him. “I didn’t ask you to leave the house, Sha. I just wanted you to leave the place when Dad started his words. How can I ask you to leave when that is your house too? And… and the before words, god! I wish I can take them back, but I know I can never. But I know I will curse myself through my whole life for saying such things. I was never like that who utters whatever that is near to the head. But somehow all the c

Suddenly I was sobbing, I didn't care if anyone heard me from the outside, I let it out, let my heart bleed, let my tears flow, and let my cries fill the four corners of the room. How could I break my promises, I was bad, like really bad and I left him, even when I heard him throwing a fit, I didn't look back and I regretted it. I wish I had gone back, I wish I could look past those images and tell him everything would be alright and I would always be by his side but I didn't and I hated every minute.

“Every day for the last five years, I had only one regret. I failed to fulfill my wedding vow. Not a day went by that I hadn’t thought of changing the past…” “I don’t wanna hear it,” I said, but he continued. “I wish I hadn’t left that morning to check the South Border. I wish I didn’t hand down that sentence.” “I don’t want to hear it!” My vision quickly became blurry. Tears that I had been holding on to for years were threatening to fall. “I gave up, Serena, and I failed you. I won’t let that happen again,” he finished off by breaking through my walls.

Mу vоісе cracked as I descended іntо one gіаnt ѕоb, mу vоісе nо lоngеr rесоgnіѕаblе as all the pain саmе flooding оut. “I’m sorry, god, Iz, рlеаѕе don’t cry. I just . . . I wasn’t in a grеаt place. I rеgrеttеd іt thе moment I left, but I knеw іn my heart іt wаѕ the bеѕt thіng tо dо. I hаd tо gо tо ѕаvе you from mуѕеlf.”

"Vivian, to be honest... I’m glad I took that hit. At least it gave me a month to be selfish and keep you by my side." He wiped away a tear, his voice choking up. "This month was like a beautiful dream, but it’s time to wake up. Go back to D.C. Go do the great things you're meant to do." "If you ever get tired... if you ever want to come home... your brother will be right here waiting." I gave a final nod and walked away. Before boarding my private jet, I glanced back one last time. Behind a stone pillar at the terminal, Rocco was hiding, watching me go.

“I'm sorry, Clara. I didn't mean to choose Ophelia. Fuck! I swear. I didn't mean to banish you out of the pack. Back then I thought I had reasons. Fuck! But now I realize I was nothing but a coward and... I regret it." Tears slipped from my eyes before I could stop them. I turned away quickly, wiping them, pretending they weren’t there. “You didn’t have to leave me,” I said and gritted out. “You didn’t have to destroy me.” It was too late for regrets now. What's there to fix? Right now I despised how weak I was sounding. Earlier I thought my walls were high, but later I discovered only Adrian knew how to break those words. “I know,” he murmured with pain. “But I did. And I can’t take it back

Something inside me tightened I hated how easily he could unravel me with just a sentence He stepped closer but stopped again like he was drawing a line in front of himself “I lost you because I was stupid Because I didn’t fight for you when I should have Because I didn’t listen to you Because I treated your pain like it was a phase Because I thought you would always be there even when I gave you every reason not to be” His voice cracked just slightly “And now every day I wake up and it hits me all over again that I’m the one who ruined us” I stared at him The old version of him would have said none of this The man who used to hold his pride tighter than he held my hand would have never let

“Let’s go.” The scrape of her chair echoed across the marble floor as she stood. “Cassidy,” Payne said, his voice breaking a little. He picked up a butter knife from the table, his hand shaking. “You’re my only hope. If you don’t do something, I’m finished. My life is over.” Cassidy stopped but didn’t turn around. “It was over,” she said softly, “the minute you kicked me out and left me high and dry.” And then, in one sharp, horrifying motion, Payne drew the knife across his wrist.

Juna whispered hoarsely, his voice catching in a throat that suddenly felt unbearably dry. The letter slipped from his grasp and drifted onto the marble floor, accompanied by the collapse of the tall man's final defenses. Juna fell to his knees beside the bed, clutching the sheets where their wedding ring lay. Tears of overwhelming regret finally streamed down his face. The man howled in frustration within the silence of the empty room, realizing that his ignorance and foolishness had driven away the woman he loved most, leaving him to rot in endless regret.