Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Novels & Stories

"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."

Her face was torn and bloody. It was cold, only 42.8 F in Arvandor. My friends told me the story. The upper crust gossiped about how the Quinn brothers got played by a con artist. They became a laughingstock. ... On my wedding day with Ryan, the Quinn brothers showed up in black suits, holding flowers and rings. Kneeling, Roger pleaded, "I'm sorry I failed you and broke your heart. I know the truth now. Give me a chance to make it right. Marry me, please."

How can he be broken when I am the one who feels like shattered glass? “My only regret is that I didn’t leave you earlier.” The lie scrapes my throat as I force it out. My eyes burn and the cruelty of my own words threaten to break me down. The truth is that even if I had known that he would choose Rowena.

Nothing has changed, I was still going to return back to being a slave. His hand landed on the doorknob, about to twist it open when I found my voice. “I… don’t think I've said this enough but I’m sorry I betrayed your trust.” I didn’t expect him not to leave, or slam the door straightaway. He heard me and that was more than I could ever ask for but to my dismay, he didn’t only stop, he acknowledged me. “You might have but you did what you had to do to survive. Do anything but regret,” He said sternly, and I thought he’d walk through the door at that moment, but it wasn’t until he added. “You’ll find the lost photo beside you.” And he was gone.

Convinced that the narrative in his head was the only accurate version of events. Now, standing alone in his study, the arrogance she spoke of stared back at him in merciless clarity. It was remaining six hours until the divorce was final. His breathing became uneven. He pressed his palm against the desk to steady himself as understanding settled in fully. “I ended it,” he said under his breath, the admission tasting foreign and heavy. “I threw us away and didn’t even know it.”

“We broke up ages ago. As soon as she and my brother discovered they were mates she chose him without a blink and I never thought about her other than my sister-in-law ever since then. In fact, if something had happened between Vivian and me, you would have felt it.” He spoke almost in a whisper, trying to soothe my emotions, but it was what he said about me being able to feel his betrayal of our mate bond that drove a knife through my chest, opening this unhealing wound. How can I have felt if I don’t have a wolf anymore? My Vanilla is gone and the pain of her absence is agonizing. How can he forget what this curse caused me? “Now be a good girl and let me take you to our room.”

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

I flinched. Teαrs stung the corners of my eyes. His jαw clenched. His voice dropped, low αnd rαgged. "I’m sorry." Then, he turned‚ wαlked to the door‚ opened it. Αnd right before he stepped out, he whispered it αgαin. Bαrely αudible. "I’m sorry‚ Liαnα." Just like thαt... he left. Αnd he never cαme bαck.

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

he assured me with a smile and pressed his soft lips on my head. “Yeah. I have you. I will be alright” I said. “Do you ever regret it?” I asked. He raised his eyebrow “Regret what?” I shrugged and tried to form the words in my mouth “Regret saving me. Dying for me. Did I fail you?” I asked in a low voice. My heart would break if he said I failed him. He heaved a sigh and shook his head “No. I don't regret it a bit” he said and looked away from my face “I do however regret leaving you to that Monster called Grim and his devil incarnate of a brother” he said in a pained voice.