Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Novels & Stories

She could think of no other words to describe what he was doing. "Out of my mind... Yeah, I'm out of my mind..." he murmured as he smiled blankly. Perhaps he had gone mad the moment he knew the whole truth. He was driven mad by regret and pain. Crack! There was another crack, and he broke off the pinky on his right hand. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. "I'm... sorry..." he gasped as he uttered the words. His body tottered, seemingly unable to stand still.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

His voice was low and calm, stripped of anger. "Then we'll talk again in three years." Her lowered lashes trembled violently. "No contact for three years?" he asked again. She hesitated but nodded. "Fine." He stood up. "I'm leaving." Whitney opened her mouth, but no words came out. He looked at her, a flicker of hope in his eyes. In the end, she just bowed her head. He let out a bitter laugh and turned to leave decisively. At the door, Zachary asked, "You two finished talking?"

Tears blurred his image, but I saw more clearly than ever: The boy I loved was no longer in this man. He betrayed our bond. He marked her over and over again. He tormented me for a week. All because I didn’t pay him “due respect”. I guess the distance between us was not geographical, but class-based. If I knew the day Orion left for his father’s pack three years ago would be the last time I ever saw my lover boy, I would have said our goodbye more carefully.

have a meal together? I shook my head: "I don't think so." The hope in their eyes instantly dimmed. I didn't linger, turning to leave. Behind me, Axel's broken voice rose again: "I'm sorry." I paused briefly. Then I walked out of the venue without looking back.

I stood on the steps of the emergency wing with the phone still against my ear. The pain hit first. Then the rage. Then everything at once, and the tears were already coming with no way to stop them. I pressed my lips together and tried to swallow the sound. Couldn't. I thought about him kneeling in the hospital corridor, putting slippers on my feet. I thought about him on his knees in front of me, crying, begging me to wait two more years. Every one of those moments meant nothing now. When I finally ran out of tears, all that was left was a kind of cold clarity, like ice water poured over everything I'd ever believed.

he tells softly "Well I regret it. This was a mistake and it is never going to happen again. Infact I am going call off the contract, then you can go back to wherever you came from. You shouldn't have come here in the first place, everything was better without you in it"I angry snap at him. It is now or never. We need to have a closure.

She went silent. I laughed bitterly. "Again." Nothing. Not even a denial. That hurt more than anything. "You promised me you'd changed." "I have." "No." I stood slowly. "You haven't." "Gerald—" "You haven't changed at all." My voice cracked with anger. "Years ago, you chose another man because he could give you something I couldn't. I spent years believing I had somehow moved past that. Then you came back, and I convinced myself that maybe you regretted what you'd done."

The confession stole the words from my mouth. For the first time since the mating ceremony, I saw the weight he carried. The regret. The guilt. The knowledge that he had made a choice he could never undo. "I regretted it the moment you walked away," he admitted quietly. "I told myself I was doing the right thing. Then you disappeared, and nothing felt right anymore." I wanted to dismiss his words and stay angry Instead, I found myself wondering if he was telling the truth.

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."