He Regret My New Beginning Novels & Stories

“No. I regret the hurt I caused you. I regret the lies and the pride. But I do not regret the journey. Because without it, I would still be the man I was—rich, respected, but empty, hiding behind a name and a mask. And you… you would not be the strong, independent woman you are now. We would not have this life, this peace, this understanding. We would not have been able to help so many others.” He squeezed my hand. “Regret is for wishing things were different. But I am grateful for what we have become. And I would not trade the lessons we learned for an easy, empty beginning.” As the sky turned to shades of pink and purple, the first stars beginning to twinkle faintly above, we sat there, su

BACK TO THE PRESENT Elaria gasps back to life as the trance comes to an end. She had lived through different years and life time all memories as promised by her grandfather had flooded back in. She shifts her gaze to Alaric, tear brewing in her eyes as she remembers everything that had gone wrong between them. He never betrayed her and out of spite,she had cursed him. “I am sorry," she mutters, her voice cracking with guilt. Without another word, she excuses herself from their presence with the little strength she had.

After my wife, Serenity, forced me to kneel, apologize, and admit to plagiarism at the press conference for my new cancer drug, I finally gave up on her. From that day on, I became everything she'd ever wanted in a husband. I stopped questioning her whereabouts or taking an interest in her life. I even turned a blind eye to her affair with my graduate student, Darryl. Even when Darryl maliciously deleted all the research data for my experimental drug, I didn't lose my temper. I simply accepted reality and shut down my lab. Serenity was pleased with my silence and understanding. A few days later, Serenity stumbled upon the news that her mother, Trinity, had cancer, but I was nowhere

“I never said before, but the truth is that night in Paris was one of the best nights of my life.” “But I had seen you were regretting, and you can’t deny that part.” “I won’t deny the regretting part. Yes, I was regretting but not because of what happened between us but by thinking about the future. I was regreeting because I knew after that incident, you would feel betrayed a little more than earlier after finding out the whole truth. I was regretting that I would end up causing more pain to you than earlier. I wasn’t upset with the last night incident, but I was upset with me.”

All right, let's work it out together, calmly. I was still hurt, I still hadn't forgiven him. I asked him to tell me the truth, but even if it was wrong, this new beginning would leave with me not telling him everything. I didn't regret what happened to Hard, but I needed to forget. I wouldn't look for him, I wouldn't admit or talk about my mistake, I wouldn't even think about it. I would remember everything on cold nights for all that desire would warm me, for sure my hands would still go down my body wishing they were his. But that would be it, and I would imagine that it was all just a hot, erotic dream that would generate a few chapters for me and that would be that:

Sadness seeped into my bones, like a winter chill that hesitated to leave even in the warm weather of spring. My heart was heavy with regret as memories came crashing through. The memory of her begging me to reconsider and just postpone the party but I had stubbornly refused, disregarding her begs as flimsy complaints. That was how I killed that beautiful soul and miraculously turned out alive. I shut my eyes painfully to cloud the regret in my mind. "Look at me," I lamented aloud "My life isn't even the least bit perfect. Why did I have to survive?" an ache of regret tightened around my neck making me wish I could alter the course of my life.

Eric's heart began to hurt for her. He patted her back gently and spoke in a voice softer and warmer than the sun during springtime in March. "I appreciate your courage." It was a simple sentence, but it was enough to wipe away the scars and wounds that had been carved into Stella's heart for years. She no longer held back her pain, and it poured out through her tears. After sobbing with all her heart, her makeup was ruined. The car had already been parked. All that was left in the car was a pair of newlyweds holding on to each other.

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

The torture of the road not taken, now personally designed and delivered by the cosmos. I feel hollowed out. Devastated by my own choice. But then I feel it. A shift in the air around the statue. The profound, primordial sorrow that has always emanated from it… it’s not less. It’s more. But it’s woven through with something new. Something fragile. A single, shining thread of… hope. We refused its offer. We looked into the face of perfect happiness and chose our flawed, painful reality instead. And for the First Regret, the very concept of loss, our choice is the first thing that has ever given it a reason to believe in something else.

This is indeed a new beginning but I have no idea whether it is going to be a good beginning or a sad one filled with nothing but sorrow. ****