Brothers Regret After I Left Novels & Stories

she turns to her other brothers who have been silent, watching the outpour at Taylor, "I'm sorry for leaving the way I did. I regret what I did and no day passed by that I didn't think of you or try to be there the best way I could." Josh brow raises as he stares at his sisters was he talking about them or someone else? He still chooses to speak calmly. "You were never there for us, Taylor, the time we needed you the most was after mom dies, and you just left, and we thought you just needed time to get yourself together, but you never returned, never bothered to look back, you made us feel like a sudden burden you had to leave behind." "Brothers!" again she gets cut off.

And Aela, while anything but foreign to me, was a delight I couldn’t believe I’d had to live without for so many fucking years. Regret hung heavy on my heart, and I knew it changed me. Whether it was for the better or for the worse, I couldn’t say. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to. Maybe it was my family who’d see the difference. “You’re quiet.” I cast a look at my elder brother. “Got a lot to think about.” “I’ll bet. Wish you’d told me before,” he said gruffly. “Always did hate it when you kept things from me.”

I said while controlling my tears. "So, finally my brother is beginning his new life with Victoria." I sounded, "hmm." "Are you happy?" He asked me "I don't know, but I say I’m not unhappy for them either." I told him the truth. "I understand. You have just broken up, and my brother is your first special person, so you will definitely feel bad and upset at the same time. "He was always honest with me." "He said he doesn’t regret loving me." I said while turning his attention towards me.

"Yes, sweetie. This is your dad." Mike had tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said. "To both of you. I was so stupid." We sat down. Mike told us everything. How he left Lucy. How he regretted hurting me. "I know I can't fix the past," he said. "But I want to be better. For Velma. And... for you, if you'll let me." I didn't know what to say. Part of me was still angry. But another part...

XAVIER'S POV 5YEARS LATER The car ride was silent, thick with exhaustion and unspoken regrets. I glanced around, my gaze drifting over my brothers, all lost in their thoughts. Sean rested his head against the window, eyes shut tight. Nathan rubbed his temples, clearly nursing a headache. Rolex stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched tight. We look like broken men, I thought bitterly. Four Alphas reduced to hollow shells of ourselves. Another city. Another endless cycle of conferences and empty talks. Another night without her.

"I won't regret anything. She killed my sister after she left me to die in the middle of nowhere. I was tortured and beaten up to a pulp. She didn't want me to survive, and on top of that, she took my money. So, what am I going to regret?" "Just be careful." "Yeah." I hung up the call, slipped my cell phone back into my back pocket, and leaned against the balcony. I almost got startled when I felt a hand on my back. When I tilted my head and saw Alec, I breathed as I realized how unfair it was of me to snap at him like that. "Hey, I'm sorry about what happened. There's just a lot going on inside my head." "It's alright. Were you talking with your brother?" He asked, changing the subject.

He was my brother, despite everything. Though some of me wanted to rage at him, berate him for his recklessness, another part that remembered childhood games and shared secrets was simply grateful that he was still breathing. "Why the Carmichael pack, Luke?" Trevor's voice was raspy, each word tinged with a cocktail of pain and bitterness. "You know I would have let you return if you'd asked." "I'm sorry you're dealing with the mess Dad left behind," I replied, choosing my words carefully, the weight of years of distance and misunderstanding settling between us. "But I can't say I regret leaving, Trev. What I do regret is not coming back for you."

Cole answered from beside Ricky. The brothers discarding any form of pity or empathy they had for me for a few seconds, turned and left the room, not saying another word. I tried to call out to them in an attempt to explain things, buy my pleas for understanding fell on deaf ears as they retreated, leaving me to grapple with regret and the pain of my actions.

I said and started making my way in. It was time to find out if this was all along a trap or something else… “Why did I lose my Praised brother form.” I heard Shrill-voice panicking in the background. Funny.

After my wife, Serenity, forced me to kneel, apologize, and admit to plagiarism at the press conference for my new cancer drug, I finally gave up on her. From that day on, I became everything she'd ever wanted in a husband. I stopped questioning her whereabouts or taking an interest in her life. I even turned a blind eye to her affair with my graduate student, Darryl. Even when Darryl maliciously deleted all the research data for my experimental drug, I didn't lose my temper. I simply accepted reality and shut down my lab. Serenity was pleased with my silence and understanding. A few days later, Serenity stumbled upon the news that her mother, Trinity, had cancer, but I was nowhere