He Regret My New Beginning Novels & Stories

She said smiling at me making me frown more. “I just wish to be clear that I am not some business man or the man earning more salary to be able to get you all the luxuries. I hope you will remember it and not feel bad and also not regret your life with me.” I said and immediately regretted saying it seeing her face. “David is the new trustee of the college I am working. He pestered me for a few days to have a chat with him, and I finally did as many staff members warned me to not be rude with the new trustee.” She started saying, and I sat there listening to her.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

I have wronged my mom so much and ruined her life and I am so sorry . Once I took off to the airport I tried to bade my past life goodbye, the same life that had ruined me . This was a new beginning and I am definitely in for it . As I boarded the plane , I didn’t bother to look back at the memories , it was a new beginning .

Olive explained hoarsely. Lyyana let out a sigh. She also regretted why her mother didn't receive better treatment until she passed away just like that. "If we talk about regret, it's not just Uncle and Aunt. Lyyana regrets not being able to provide the best treatment for Mom, letting Mom marry that jerk, causing Mom's shop to go bankrupt because of that jerk's debt, selling our childhood home, and many more regrets Lyyana has. But..." Lyyana paused, looking at each of them one by one. "Regret comes at the end. We shouldn't be trapped in that regret. It's better for us to start a new life now and consider yesterday's events as life experiences and memories."

Rachel looked back up at him. “I’m sorry you went through that.” Bryce held her gaze for a long moment. “Thank you.” The ballroom orchestra slowly began resetting their instruments in the distance, creating a low background murmur. Bryce spoke again, his voice quieter now. “You know… when everything started falling apart tonight, I realized something.” Rachel tilted her head slightly. “What?” Bryce’s eyes softened in a way she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I regret letting you go.”

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

On the back, she'd scribbled unevenly, "I'm sorry, Mom. I will atone with my life." I thought I would cry. I should be sad. We'd been together for ten years, after all. But I wasn't. I only felt regret—regret that things between us had to end up this way. I guessed that was how she wanted to make up for what she'd done. After setting down a bouquet of flowers, I looked at the photo of my parents again. "Mom, Dad, I'm going to start a new life now. Don't worry about me."

He watched her from across the room, the space between them feeling vast and unbridgeable, the regret a heavy stone sinking in his gut, pulling him down into a dark,su#ocating despair. gut. Every careless word, every unanswered call, every time he'd chosen his own stubborn pride over her soft, forgiving eyes replayed in his mind like a broken record.He remembered the curve of her smile the !rst time he'd told her she was beautiful, the way her hand !t perfectly in his, the trust that used to shine in her eyes likesunlight on a clear lake. He'd shattered it, piece by piece, and now stood amidst the ruins, desperate to rebuild but paralyzed by his own failures. He yearned to rewind, torewrite

I paused for just a moment, feeling nothing but emptiness where concern for him used to live. I didn't take it to heart and left without looking back. Behind me, I could hear him sobbing, but his tears meant nothing to me now. Some wounds cut too deep. Some betrayals couldn't be undone with regret. I returned to the hotel and casually packed up my few belongings. The room felt suffocating with all the memories of this trip. Every corner reminded me of why I'd come here and what I'd discovered. But tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow I would celebrate new beginnings.

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship