Brothers Regret After I Left Novels & Stories

I replied. He opened his mouth, but I didn’t give him a chance to speak. “You didn’t believe me when I needed you to. You chose to believe someone else and made me feel like I was the worst person in the world. I begged you to listen to me, Vincent. I begged you to give me the benefit of the doubt, but you didn’t.” “I know,” he said quietly. “And I regret it. If I could go back in time, I would make better choices.”

“I almost believed you just now. Luckily, Sarah was observant enough to see through your lies.” Ivy stood frozen. Her head was pounding violently. She stared at the three men with overwhelming disgust. Instead of feeling hurt because they did not believe her, a wave of burning anger swept through her, wiping away the last remnants of her affection. The emotional bond she had protected with all her heart and soul was severed in an instant. In her heart, at that very moment, she erased their status as her family. They were no longer her brothers. They were merely a group of foolish and cruel strangers.

My six-year-old son fed me the cake that triggered my allergy and killed his unborn sister. He was smiling when he confessed, as if he had done something wonderful. “Aunt Vivienne said the baby would go back to the Moon Goddess. Then you and Daddy could break your mate bond, and she could stay with us instead. That way, Aunt Vivienne would have more time to play with me!” My heart clenched. I couldn't hold back anymore. “But Mommy and your sister can play with you, too. Can't we?” “Yeah, but…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “But it's boring when I'm with you, Mommy. Daddy and I have more fun with Aunt Vivienne.” The words hit me like a blow. For a long moment, I couldn't say a

There'd been a note of regret in his voice when he'd explained that his younger brother had given up and had become the successor that his father wanted, obsessed about and he felt that sacrifice every day. "I haven't spoken to him in years. He hates me for leaving him too when I did, in the paws of my grieving and punishing father." He took a deep breath and held her closer to him. "He'd been young and I'd had nothing to offer him. I wasn't even sure I'd survive past the day I run out of supplies and before I could come for him, he was already a CEO at.....of his own." He regretted it and in that moment, he didn't sound like a man who had half the world at his feet.

“I didn’t tell him about Gia because I was afraid that it would hurt his feelings. I thought it was better for him to know that she left him without a word rather than to find out that she cheated on him because of her feelings for me. I did wrong too. There were many things I wish I could have prevented from happening. I got carried away while attempting to give that bitch some lesson. I never thought that I’d hurt him so bad. It was all my fault.” My eyes water as I watch him breaking. I’ve never seen my brother so devastated. “But what I regret the most is leaving you alone in the house while I was going to ask him why he’d hurt you. I just went to his apartment, consumed in anger that I

To let her know the impact of her absence. Tears welled up in her eyes, so many emotions filled in her face, and regret wasn't part of it. She definitely doesn't regret her actions… but why? “My brother isn't himself yunno. I think he hates me now, he blames me for keeping you and AJ's situationship. He thinks I had a hand in you leaving your father and as much as I don't care about him blaming me, I really do feel guilty about it. I just feel that if I had told someone maybe things would have changed, I–”

I listened intently as my father continued. My father's disappointment and anger were clear in his voice, but underneath it all was a sense of sadness and regret. He had always trusted his brother, and now he was faced with the reality that his brother had made a terrible mistake. "I don't understand how you could be so careless," he said, his voice breaking. "What were you thinking?" I felt a knot in my stomach as I listened to their conversation.

"I think you’re forgetting something, I’m still your Alpha, and I still have control over the people you love so it’s best for you to stay out of my life before I do something you will forever regret." He slightly chuckled "You already did enough, there is nothing more you can do to stop me." He took a deep breath before continuing "When you left, everything was ruined, i struggled day and night to keep my family safe and to protect them from all danger but I couldn’t… I couldn’t even save my sister and you really think you have it in you to make me regret something?" He questioned, his eyes filled with disgust and his voice dripping with anger. "No, you don’t. I’ve nothing left to regret, t

Megan let out a long sigh of relief, moved closer, and stayed quiet for a while before whispering, "Charlotte, I was just trying to annoy my brother earlier. Actually, he's a really good person." "Huh?" I was surprised by her sudden confession. Megan rested her head on my shoulder. "My relationship with my dad isn't good because his mistress came to the door. I hate him for betraying my mom." I was taken aback. "When I was a child, I had poor health and just stayed in the courtyard. I would rarely go out of the house." Megan continued, "After that incident, we moved out of the Smith family's residence, and I even blamed my brother for not leaving with me."

Ava Sterling spent her entire life being second best. Her parents always chose her younger sister, Lily, while Ava was expected to sacrifice everything without complaint. So when Lily ran away with her lover on her wedding day, Ava became the replacement bride. Forced into marriage with Ethan Whitmore, the man who was supposed to marry her sister, Ava entered a life she never wanted. But Ethan didn't love her. He believed she had stolen Lily's place, and every day he made sure she remembered that she was nothing more than an unwanted substitute. Until one terrible night destroyed the last piece of hope she had. Seven years later, Ava returned to Arvendale—not as the helpless