Family Regret Novels & Stories

"How's the treatment going? I couldn't get through to you when I called, and Uncle said you were doing well." My uncle said, "Most of the injuries are healing well, but organizing a banquet has put you through so much trouble to protect the baby, she still feels guilty." Hearing this, I held my mom's hand. "Mom, I blamed myself before for almost losing my child, and I still feel guilty about it. But even if I hold onto this forever, Grandma won't come back. Mom, I've always lacked family affection and cherish the time spent with my loved ones. Grandma is gone, and I hope you can stay with me."

* I took a walk around grandpa mansion and tried to play golf when I saw him smiling at me, “You spoilt brat, why will you be playing alone when you ought to be with your wife, Gina.” “Grandpa, even in death you still want me to be with her, now I see where I got my attitude from.” “You such a meathead.” I didn’t know the time I sat on the ground and started crying bitterly. “I really miss your nagging and curses you render on me, now who is going to call me a spoilt brat?” “Meathead, make peace with your family okay, Gina is your family, if you continue with this path in life, you will end up in regrets.”

"You didn't even tell us you were getting married! There was no need," Richard had said coldly. "This is my family, my decision. You would do well to focus on your own future rather than dwell on the past." Clyde had left the study that night feeling more betrayed than ever. His father's dismissal of his grief, of his love for his mother, was a wound that would never fully heal. Resentment in the Present

“You tore apart everything that held this family together.” Her shoulders shook. “Please, Keith. Don’t leave me here. I’ll do anything. I just…” Her voice broke. I stared at her for a long moment. She looked like every mistake I’d ever tried to bury. Every ghost from the day I turned my back on Aurora. Maybe this was what karma looked like, two broken siblings, both crawling through the same mud, pretending we hadn’t done this to ourselves.

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…"

"Every member of my family." The Shared-Sense System paused, as if the idea were new to it. Then its reply came sharp and satisfied. "Approved. Bound targets: Amber, your eldest brother Justin, your second brother Nelson, your third brother Rayden, and your fourth brother Stefan. "Activation condition: First pain event reaches 90+. Bound targets will share 30% of your pain. "Second pain event at 90+: Transfer increases to 65% percent. "Third pain event: Transfer becomes 100%.

She replayed the memories of our two lifetimes again and again. We first met in college, where she had fallen for me at first sight and pursued me with bold affection. She was so happy when her investigation led her to discover who my true family was. She believed she could finally give me a complete home. But after I went back to my family, Zac had a series of breakdowns and eventually killed himself. The guilt had crushed her. The ten years of marriage that followed were filled with torment and venomous words that scarred our hearts. Finally, the earthquake happened. She had thrown herself over me to shield me with her body.

“Dear, look! I’ve turned my back on this disgusting family that treated you like dirt! Please, let me in now. “I’m still legally your husband! You can’t just stand there and watch me die!” His words sounded earnest, but all I felt was disgust. By then, Elio was on the verge of collapse. Athena and my mother no longer had the energy to argue with James. “Fine! We were wrong! We’ll beg you on our knees, alright? Is that enough for you?” Watching the people who had tortured me, humiliated me, and caused my death in the past kneel before me did not bring the satisfaction I had imagined it would. Instead, I felt disgusted at the fact that I was a part of such a family.

Dad walked out. Vanessa's parents erupted in curses behind him. His own parents had never liked the Bennetts. They called the housekeeper over and had them thrown out. Dad wanted everyone who'd hurt Mom to pay for it. That was his revenge. But it was only the beginning. He had made a vow in front of her grave. Every person who had hurt her would answer for it, every single one. And so the years passed. I grew up and took over the Carter Group. But Dad was never the same man again.

Joe placed a small bouquet of white flowers on the grave, and Lyra laid down her favorite doll. Through the pines and cypresses, the wind whispered, seeming to answer—or maybe to mourn with him. After that day, Uncle Ben's family seldom came to our house. The argument had frozen relations between our families. Outwardly, we still maintained appearances, but everyone knew the crack would never mend. Grandma often sighed, "How did our happy family end up like this?" Sometimes, Mom would wake with a start in the night and shake Dad awake. "Listen, isn't that Danny crying? I hear him. He's cold…"