Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Novels & Stories

“But I won't apologize for caring about you.” He looked directly at me. “And I won't regret the time we had.” IHe took one final breath. “If you walk away, I'll let you.” His voice broke. “But I want you to know that you've broken me beyond repair, and I can't promise I'll be the same. I hope you find whatever you're looking for, but as for me, I'll learn to live the most miserable life you decided it's best for me.” He walked away without another glance at me, and I sank to the floor, my knees pulled against my chest, tears slipping down my face faster than I could wipe them away..I pressed my palm against my mouth. “I'm sorry…” My voice cracked, then the floor trembled.

“I’m scared you’ll wake up tomorrow and regret this. That I’ll have taken something from you I can never give back. I already did that once. I won’t survive doing it twice.” I had nothing left to say. I just stood there swaying, furious and aching and ashamed all at once, while he held himself together by a thread that looked ready to snap. “Come on,” he said at last, sounding as broken as I felt. “Let me walk you back.”

“So, on your very first day, you nearly drove our company into bankruptcy, didn't you, Dylan?” “I'm sorry, Father.” Here is the polished American English translation, preserving every scene, emotion, pacing, and paragraph exactly as written while making it read like a native English novel. I let go of the teacup before I could take a sip, even though my throat had gone dry. "An apology isn't enough to undo what's already happened," Abraham said with a humorless scoff. "You caused Santoso to walk away from a partnership that had lasted for years over something so trivial."

“But at least the guilt is mine.” He paused before leaving. “You said I made the decision eight years ago. You're right. I did. And I will live with that decision for the rest of my life.” His hand tightened around the door handle. “But I will not spend another day believing something simply because you told me it was true.” Then he walked out. Sarah remained where she was. The house became strangely quiet after the door closed. She stood by the window, staring toward the driveway as Damon crossed it and disappeared from view.

“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.”

For the first time in years, I forgot to be angry. When he walked me to my door, he didn't try to kiss me. He just took my hand and held it for a long moment. His palm was warm. Calloused. Real. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow is Lily's parent-teacher conference." "Then I'll see you at Lily's parent-teacher conference." I laughed. "You're not giving up, are you?" "I gave up once." His voice dropped. "It almost killed me. I'm not making that mistake again."

My voice cracked with something sharp, something like regret. “Didn’t work out how you wanted I see.” “No,” I sighed. Mother’s mouth thinned into a line. “So you dropped it?” I nodded, glanced away from her steady gaze for a moment. “Just like I dropped everything else. The plans. The discussions about it. The whole concept of being tied down.” “You broke it off if I can remember. I think it kind of broke him but you didn’t give him closure. You ran to another country and left him here. That his gay secretary was the one who was helping him at the time.”

Something that felt dangerously like regret—but I buried it, deep and fast. “Good.” I opened the door. But just before stepping out, I paused. “For the record,” I said without turning back, “I don’t start drama. I finish it.” And I left him standing there in the wreckage of us—again.

But here he was, ten years later, feeling the same suffocating humiliation from his girlfriend's mother. Aidan's face darkened as he glared at Joanna. "Mrs. Harrison, if you think so little of me, then I don't think there's any need for Natalie and me to be together anymore. Please let Natalie know I'm breaking up with her." The moment he said the words, he didn't know why, but a strange sense of relief washed over him. It wasn't until this moment that he realized, deep down, Natalie was no longer the bright-eyed girl who once smiled so sweetly at him.

His eyes froze for a second, his chest rising and falling heavily with rage. "I'm warning you, I've backed down more than once. If you keep pushing this tantrum, you're the one who's going to end up with absolutely nothing." "Absolutely nothing?" I raised an eyebrow, flashing him a bright smile. "Then I guess I'll have to pop some champagne to celebrate." His expression went completely cold again. "Fine. You'll regret this. Mark my words." "You've said that so many times," I said flatly. "Have you ever actually seen me regret anything?"