Do Your Best To Regret It Novels & Stories

He looked like he was on the verge of collapse. He seemed excited to see me. "Rena, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Can you please come home with me?" "Austin, I'm sure you know I'm here to talk about the divorce, not listen to your apology." His face fell. "Serena, why must you be so aggressive with me? Yes, I was wrong. I made a mistake every man would make in his life. But I know that I was wrong now, and I've decided that I'll change for the better.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

“You’ll regret this tomorrow.” “I don’t regret things,” I whisper. And then everything fades.

"Oh, and those guys? I sent them. Just meant to scare you a little. Didn't expect... well, I guess that heirloom wasn't yours after all." "Briana." My voice was rough, but steady. "You'll regret this." She paused, then grinned wider. "I'm looking forward to it, Lena." And just like that, she turned and walked off. I lay there on the cold pavement, clutching the shattered bracelet pieces. Then I forced myself up. By the time I got home, her mocking voice was still ringing in my head. But then— I laughed. If peace was off the table, fine. I wasn't playing the victim anymore.

“And he’s going to regret it.” ***