Family Regret Novels & Stories

“Everything that’s happened in my family has stemmed from the desire to take over the company. But the company shouldn’t have to be managed by family if that’s what’s tearing us apart.” Fielding’s expression changed, his face locked with anger with my words, causing me to swallow hard the remaining words in my mouth. I looked down, my voice softening with regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I began, but Grandma placed a gentle hand on mine, stopping me.

Carissa questioned, noticing his mood had darkened. "It's not that I'm upset," Rafael said softly, shaking his head. "It's just… It's hard to hear them talk about old times. After all these years, whether it's Mr. Young or Mr. Murray, their lives have been fulfilling in their own way, despite having regrets. Only Grandfather sees nothing but a road paved with coffins when he looks back…" His voice trailed off, heavy with the weight of unspoken grief. As a fellow warrior, he understood the difficulty all too well. Whether it was the Sullivan family, the Sinclair family, or any other military family, they carried glory, but also countless wounds that would never fully heal.

“Why are you suddenly interested in this?” Fred shrugged. “Perhaps after Kathy’s death, I realised something. I just want to know why he abandoned my mother, why he chose his other family above us, and why he caused us so much pain and loss. I want to understand all of these things; perhaps it would help me forgive, let go, and move on.” A shadow of a smile crossed Freda’s face. “Ahhhh... I guess it runs in the family then.” Fred narrowed his eyes, wondering what she meant by that statement. “I don’t understand. What runs in the family?”

” She pauses takes a deep breath, the continues “As for Rowan’s family, it wasn’t easy to forgive them, but we are working through it. It was however easy to let go because at they end of the day, they were only looking out for Rowan. I wasn’t family so they had no loyalty to me. I’m not saying that what they did is right though. They mostly just ignored me. Mother and Travis were supposed to be my family and yet the turned their backs on me. For years they treated me like I didn’t matter. For years they broke me down in favor of Emma. I know what I did was shitty, but I got my Karma and even then, even seeing this, they continued to dish out their own kind of Karma. They were rude, cold and

"Wait until the party's over before you go. What could happen to her alone at home? I think she's deliberately making a scene to get your attention. Her goal is to ruin Sera's party." Father nodded in agreement, his voice full of venom: "That bitch is capable of pulling something like this. Don't worry about her." Seeing this father and son's cold attitude—not a single person showing concern for my situation—Damien was shocked. Suddenly, he remembered that from childhood, I had never received much affection in this family. From beginning to end, he had been my entire world. And he had gradually forgotten this fact. He had even said in anger that he hoped I would die.

About family. Chief Kareem raised his glass dramatically, clearing his throat. “Well,” he began, “I always knew the Kareem name would continue for generations… but I didn’t know it would double in one go!” “Double the Kareems, double the noise,” Zara’s father added, lifting his own glass with a chuckle. “Here’s to sleepless nights, endless diapers, and two beautiful reasons to be grateful.” “To family,” Regan said softly, his gaze locked on Zara.

Back in the family estate After everyone had gone, Freeman and Andrew called Liam aside. “Explain why you overreacted earlier!!” Andrew shouted at his son who was sitting on the couch. Liam raised his head and looked at his father “Come on father, we need to be bothered if grandfather doesn’t have a Will” “That’s true but you didn’t need to have overreacted because of the guests we have which included the extended family. You should know that our extended families rejoice whenever there is chaos in our immediate family. They like that there are issues” Freeman said to him.

“I have a headache, and all I came here for was a proper meal. Can’t I be allowed that?” I didn’t wait for his response and picked up my cutlery. I began to dig into my meal when Liam spoke for the first time. “You talk about a proper meal like you even had a proper upbringing. You just yelled at father and still feel no remorse or respect. But what should I expect from a bastard child raised without a mother.” My eyes burned red. I slammed my spoon down on the table and stood up. “Watch your tongue, Liam.“ “What do you care?” He smirked. “It’s true. Why should I pretend like you’re different from your mother? It’s no wonder father married immediately after she died.”

“The rice is about to spill over.” Vangie’s eyes widened. She winced when she saw the pot overflowing with water — she had completely forgotten about it while lost in her thoughts of her ex-husband’s family. The pain and resentment were still fresh. No one from Fredo’s family ever held him accountable for his mistakes. Instead, they celebrated their breakup, showing no sympathy for her or their children. “S-Sorry,” she mumbled and quickly fixed the pot. Bert sighed, setting his bag on the table before grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“You did the right thing, son. Our family’s future depends on it.” “I know, Mom. Family first over everything and everyone.” I end the call and sink onto the couch, finally alone in silence. Memories of the last few years with Rachael, moments that once felt like they meant something, start to creep in. But not long before, I feel the familiar frustration creeping in, the resentment that had simmered under the surface for so long. Her inability to give me a family was a thorn in my side, a constant reminder of everything she lacked.