His Deep Regret Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Letting out a deep sigh, he leaned back into the sofa, relaxing into it as he stared at her. "Of course I was. Who wouldn't?" He asked rhetorically and chuckled. He continued. "It was the worst kind of pain I had ever felt back then. I couldn't even believe it, it felt like an impossible dream." Vicky felt something inside her break, she remembered the day she had left with Matthew Lee, she couldn't stop crying for days. She kept thinking about Romeo, regretting her decision every single day. Romeo smiled. "But, that was years ago, it took quite some time, true, but I've healed completely, it's like the scar was never there."

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

It was etched in his bones, and it had been his ruin. Fortunately, really, Fortunately, that face had appeared before him again. Like a drowning rat with no savior in sight, Finn desperately clung to his rare light, hoping to return to safe ground. Even though he knew he wasn't worth it. But then again, he had always been known to be a greedy person. Why else would he hurt so many people? "Lucian..." He called. "I regret it. I regretted it so much. And... I keep regretting it every day." From the moment he received that call, what he felt was a deep regret.

I had walked away from the villa without looking back even though my heart shattered the moment the ink dried. Nathan had delivered the news in the worst way possible. I was sad, angry, and embarrassed by what had happened. He had made up his mind before we arrived. Our “romantic getaway” had been nothing but a plan to humiliate me in front of his colleagues and business associates. I could feel his eyes watching me. Waiting for an outburst, a reaction from me. I had given him everything except my dignity and I intend to keep it that way. “Do you regret it?” He asked, finally breaking the silence