He Finally Regrets It After Seeing Me Marry Another Novels & Stories

But it wouldn’t have been funny. “Understand what?” He stepped closer. Not enough to invade her space. Just enough that his next words felt personal. “What regret looks like.” The air shifted. Lena felt it immediately. That dangerous pull she had spent months resisting. Because the regret in his voice sounded human. And that made him harder to dismiss. She steadied herself. “You think saying this changes anything?” “No.” He answered too quickly for it to be rehearsed. “I know it doesn’t.” A beat.

He stopped again. I watched him struggle with it. There was a time I would have jumped in to make it easier for him. Would have said it's fine or I understand or don't worry about it just to smooth the discomfort. I had spent three years smoothing things for him. I let him struggle. "I believed things about you that weren't true," he said finally. His voice was very quiet. "And I treated you accordingly. And I'm sorry." The words sat between us. I had imagined this moment before. Not this exact version, but some version of him acknowledging what the marriage had been. I had imagined it would feel like something breaking open or something finally being released.

Alex looked down at his cuffed hands and exhaled shakily. “The only thing I regret,” he said, “is watching you walk away from me. I regret not chasing after you that night. I regret not listening when you cried. When you were sick. I regret not choosing you… when all you ever did was choose me. I regret failing you, failing our marriage, failing everything we could have been.” His voice cracked faintly at the edges. “That is my regret. The only one.” Amara’s breath stilled. For a second, just one brief second, the sincerity in his voice hit her. Hard. She hadn’t expected it.

And so I made up my mind that no matter what happens, once the 100 day mark comes, I will go very far away from her. Before we destroy ourselves. I wanted to make these last moments in our lives special. But then the subject of Ronan, just keeps hovering over us. Do I regret marrying Susan? No, I don't think so. But then I should have taken my time to really get to know her. But then if I say I regretted marrying her, that would be me regretting Rose and that is diabolical. I removed my coat as I used it to cover her, my lips spreading into a smile.

he asked, hugging me from behind. "Mas, she still misses me. After that, we stayed a long time. It's a pity, isn't it? After all, we will together all time." I let go of his hand, then continued to tidy up the dining table. "Eitts.... In that case, you have to be prepared to pay for my regrets, okay," he said with a meaningful smile. "Regrets? What regrets?" I asked confused by what he meant. "Yes, my regret. Because didn't marry me from the beginning. Just count the times you rejected me, then how many nights you left me because of accompanying Amelia. We'll catch up on our trip later," he said with a smile like before and added a wink Flirty eyes.

“Have some respect, Mr. Wellington. You're about to get married, and I have my own family now. Talking about the past is pointless and disgusting. Keep pretending you never saw me, or that I’m dead. And never pull a stunt like stopping a plane just to waste my time with this nonsense again. Don’t interfere in our lives. That’s the last thing I’ll ever say to you." She yanked her hand free and walked away, boarding the plane with the others. Watching her leave felt like seeing an integral part of me fading out of existence. I never expected our first meeting after many years to turn out like this. I'd imagined so many scenarios but not this type. Why do I feel so regretful right now?

“I... I gave up everything for you… I…” Couldn’t help it anymore. I snickered. “Finally, you have opened your eyes, I see.” “Elena…” he suddenly stared at me. I backed away from the look of regret and realization in his eyes. I uttered those words to provoke him, but I didn’t expect such a look in his eyes. “Elena... I was wrong. I regret everything. Leaving you, marrying her... all of it,” he suddenly uttered one after another like he had been possessed by something.

She looked up as he entered and greeted him with a sharp smile. "You're back." Ryan's tension eased slightly. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine. I got bored lying down, so I picked up something to read." She set the book aside, stood, and slipped her hands around his waist from behind. Her voice was gentle. "Ryan, do you ever regret letting her go?" His reply was low, steady, unshaken. "No. I don't love her. She was unfaithful." Sarah's lips lifted into a smile no one else could see.

“Why would she ask to see me of all people?” “Because Sophia is an angel from the sky. She still thinks of monsters like you even in pain.” I smiled sadistically, “The way you speak of me, you would think we weren’t married at some point.” He stared at me through the rearview mirror, “Of all my regrets, marrying you was my biggest one.” His words stung more than they should. “You know, even though you’ve hurt me to the point of no repair, I wouldn’t even say what you just said—especially to your face.”