His Deep Regret Novel Novels & Stories

He feels regret smearing through his body. Regret sinking deep in him.

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye, guilt and regret filling his grey orbs. “What can I do to make you come back to me?”

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 sobbed as I whispered the question. What mistake had I made in my past life to deserve all this pain? I was not a perfect child or person, yes! But I knew that I was a good one! I am a good one! Did I really deserve all this pain? "B-Baby, I'm sorry..." I shook my head and held my chest. "You betrayed me. You made me a fool. E-Ethan, do you know that the most painful thing someone could experience was betrayal?" My lips are trembling as I try hard to compose myself. "And you let me experience it. Your love was too shallow, E-Ethan. I don't want that kind of love." I sobbed, wiped my tears, and looked at all of them seriously.

"Do you dislike me?" "I don't just dislike you, I hate you!" Chloe screamed in a hoarse voice. As her eyes met with his, scalding tears streamed down her face and landed on his fingers. She sniffled, her words punctuated with determination. "I regret the day I ever got close to you, and I regret marrying you even more!" ‘If only none of this had happened, how wonderful it would be,' she thought, consumed by regret. Upon hearing the word "hate," Joseph's pupils suddenly contracted. He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with resignation. "Then hate me."

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm. Seeing that I wasn’t breaking down in despair, Joanna seemed a little disappointed. Her eyes shifted to the urn in my hands. I instinctively held it tighter, but she lunged forward to grab it. The next second, the urn I treasured like my life was shattered in the struggle. “No!” All strength drained from my body as I crumpled to the floor, sobbing over the scattered, snowy ashes. The emotions I had tried to suppress finally burst free. I raised my hand, ready to slap Joanna.

After all, he had the looks and charm, and Victoria was the college belle, adored by everyone on campus. Meanwhile, I was ordinary. After graduation, Victoria dumped Patrick for some wealthy man, claiming his family was too average and broke for her tastes. After that, I had a crush on Patrick. Through a twist of fate, we somehow ended up married. As I thought about it, a sharp ache spread across my chest like tiny needles pricking at my heart. I could not help but think that Patrick had regretted marrying me the moment he reconnected with Victoria. They could have been together—openly and proudly—if Patrick had not married me. That must be why they could not stand the secrecy anymore, so th

Effectively ruining your body. This mistake will haunt me forever. Years from now, when she’s happy and married, I’ll still be stuck here with regrets. Regretting discovering too late that I could have been the man for her. I forced myself to get up as a sharp ringing sound cut through the loud sound of my heart pounding. I shakily walked over to the desk. I stared at my phone, unwilling to reach for it until I saw a name that sent my heart into a flutter. Aurielle.