His Bittersweet Regret Novels & Stories

Like a promise I gave to the wrong person and never got back. Heat washed through my face, ugly and raw. “So this is… what?” I asked, throat tight. “Punishment for loving the wrong idiot too long?” “More like… data,” he said. “Your biggest regret, written where you can’t pretend you don’t see it.” “Fun,” I said bitterly. “Love that for me.” He watched me for a second, then asked quietly, “Who did you regret?” The question slid under my skin with a sting.

One bite, and the memories flood back. Sweetness and warmth, things I thought I'd forgotten how to feel. I didn't want to like it, hell, I told him it was disgusting, thinking maybe he'd hate me enough to let me go. But now... I'm crying. Silent tears. Not from fear this time, but from regret. Regret that I didn't finish the whole damn thing. It hurts to admit it... but I want more.

All the things she had brought into his home, all the moments they had shared, now felt like they meant nothing. Her heart squeezed painfully. “You’re really going to throw me out, Marcus?” she muttered under her breath. “Even when you know I’d have nowhere else to go?” The tears welled up again, but she fought them back. She wouldn’t let him see her weak. Not anymore. Josephine pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the child growing inside her. “I won’t cry for him anymore,” she whispered softly, though her heart was breaking. She wasn’t going to let him win. She couldn’t. Not now. Not after everything.

The court had its answer. Freya was gone. Poison was flushed from my system. The baby was holding strong. But peace didn’t feel the way I thought it would. It wasn’t bright. It wasn’t soft. It was heavy. Because surviving didn’t undo what we’d lost. Because justice doesn’t heal what betrayal breaks. And because I still hadn’t decided what to do with the man who’d once let me burn. Ending Scene RICO’S POV I found her alone in the chapel, hands pressed to the altar, head bowed.

Like my whole body had just been handed a secret I wanted to keep forever. I felt it again now. Not as big as it had been then. Not as innocent. But I felt it flicker awake somewhere inside me, something that had been sleeping for a very long time. I looked at Sebastian’s face like maybe I could sue him for it. The corner of his mouth moved faintly. “What?” “Nothing.” “You asked.” “And now I regret it.” “Liar.” “Don’t look so pleased.” “I didn’t say anything.” “This time, seriously, don’t.”

I said curtly, staring into his quivering eyes. “What?” He spilled out of shock. “I'm done with you. You are the lowest of a man and the thing I regret most was lying with you on bed. You are a sex rag and a wicked man. I regret meeting you!” I yelled in anger, letting my emotions get the best of me and when I was done, I closed the door at his face. I wouldn't be captivated or intoxicated by his eyes or words. I had to stay strong and delete his lies.

“I know I must have hurt you, and I’m sorry. But I want to make things right.” He laughed bitterly. “Make things right? You think it’s that simple? You can’t just erase the past with good intentions. "You turned my life into a nightmare, and marrying you was the biggest regret of my life. "I know our marriage was arranged by our families, and from the beginning, I did everything in my power to make you feel comfortable, to create a loving and supportive environment for you," he began, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and bitterness. "I tolerated your coldness, your disdain, hoping that one day you might see how much I cared. But despite all my efforts, you chose a different path

The one with sharp eyes and a fake smile. The one who always watches too long. Like he’s measuring something. Like he knows something. I don’t like him. Never have. I don’t mean to listen. But then I hear it. “My biggest regret…” My body freezes. My breath stops. Regret. My chest tightens. He’s talking about me. He has to be. What else could it be? My hands shake. I step closer. I hate myself for it. But I can’t stop. I need to hear.

"I got real work that needs doing. Work with leverage. You interested?" Zane stared back at him, his dark eyes entirely devoid of light. "What kind of work?" His voice was flat, smooth, and cold as slate. "Collections," Reggie smirked. "People owe me debts, and people get forgetful. Sometimes they need a sharp reminder that paying me on time matters a hell of a lot more than whatever pathetic excuse they've cooked up." The true nature of the job crystallized instantly in Zane's mind. Behind his eyes, those cruel, glowing words flashed like a neon scar: Useless. Brat. Discarded. Something dark inside him clicked into a terrifying alignment, accepting the weight of the darkness before his brai

Everything was spotless. The shelves were dust-free. The bed was neatly arranged. Even the curtains looked freshly washed. A wave of emotion hit her chest. “They kept my room…” Her voice cracked slightly. They had taken care of it all these years. Even after she left them. Even after she chose Alexander over her own family. Regret washed over her suddenly. Hot and overwhelming. Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m so stupid…” she whispered. Just then— The bedroom door burst open. “AMELIA!”