Brothers Regret After I Left Novel Novels & Stories

I have more self-respect than that. You can beat me black and blue, but I have more respect for myself than that. I try not to think of the future where I know I will run into him. He’s my brother's best friend. How fucking stupid could I be. How cliche’. This isn’t some romantic novel where the hot guy ends up with the chubby girl and lives happily ever after. There isn’t some sadistic author writing out my life. I bite my lip and cry as I gather everything and rush out the door to my car. He is gone. He left me here alone.

“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

I reached out, gripped her chin, and smiled until my eyes curved. “I want all of them buried with my brother.” “No. I won’t allow it.” I kicked Vivian away. She clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at her. “What the hell are you to give me orders?” “Throw her out.” I brought my brother home. There were scars all over his wrists. Every time he saw me, he was always smiling. But behind my back, he had suffered so much. I held his cold hand and pressed it against my face.

“I don't deserve to be in this house at all, brother. If you don't want me here, please tell Alexa, I'll leave.” He'd known I wouldn't. He'd known I wasn't that kind of person. He'd left the cracked rifle propped against the wall of the study for two days after that, just to remind me. After a while, he seemed to suddenly remember I was still there. He tilted his head and asked me: "Brother, do you want to come too?" I remembered that I needed to tell Alexa and Riley about my departure. This seemed like the perfect opening. "I can't. In a few days, I'm going to the Shadow Pack — "

“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.

Anna took the letter from the Butler immediately, it was sealed in an envelope. She tore it open and began to read out loud while the men watched and listened. “Mom, Dad… By the time you are reading this letter, I would have been across the city, far away from you all, so don’t bother looking for me. I am running because I know that my so-called brother didn’t die after all like I planned. I overheard your call with him while I was climbing down the stairs, I knew he was going to expose me so you have left me with no other choice than to run. Just so you know, I have no regrets about what I have done and I would do it again if I had the chance. My only regret is failing at it.

Three Years Later Calista’s POV The first thing I learned after leaving Gerald was that heartbreak did not kill me. It tried. There were days when getting out of bed felt like dragging myself through wet cement. Days when I would wake up and forget for a few precious seconds that I was no longer Mrs. Deneuve, only to remember everything all over again. There were nights I stared at the ceiling until sunrise because my mind refused to stop replaying that day. The divorce papers.

To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel— Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔 I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮

His sister Isabella lay in critical condition beyond the reinforced doors, machines keeping her barely tethered to life. Vivian Stone sat on the floor nearby, her expensive hunting attire wrinkled and tear-stained. Her sobs echoed through the empty hallway, raw and broken. "Do you regret anything?" Mike asked suddenly, his voice hoarse from hours of silent tears. Vivian's head snapped up, her eyes blazing through her grief. "Regret what?" "Everything we did to Elara," Mike said quietly. "Maybe this is our punishment. Maybe we brought this on ourselves." The slap echoed through the corridor like a whip crack. Then another. And another.

"Oh my God, how long do I have to hide this fact? How long should I pretend? Who's fault is it actually??" "Maybe I'm the one at fault. I'm the one who is guilty, just try I can forget Mera, definitely an incident that wouldn't be this bad. Just try if I can think more sanely, of course I won't be desperate to do things that shouldn't be like yesterday," "I'm sorry, Brandy. Please forgive your stupid brother like me," Regret struck and made the man's heart feel like it was broken because of his own actions. When will the regrets end? To be continued...t