His Deep Regret Novel Novels & Stories

Juna whispered hoarsely, his voice catching in a throat that suddenly felt unbearably dry. The letter slipped from his grasp and drifted onto the marble floor, accompanied by the collapse of the tall man's final defenses. Juna fell to his knees beside the bed, clutching the sheets where their wedding ring lay. Tears of overwhelming regret finally streamed down his face. The man howled in frustration within the silence of the empty room, realizing that his ignorance and foolishness had driven away the woman he loved most, leaving him to rot in endless regret.

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

There was no need for me to keep holding onto the past. Besides, Andrew and Sally had been genuinely kind to me. So, I wouldn't hold a grudge out of respect for them. As for Dylan's attempt at murdering me, I was still scared. So, I pleaded with the police to send me back home. Just as we reached the door, Dylan suddenly rushed over and knelt in front of me. "Fiona, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please don't break up with me." Seeing the remorse on Dylan's face, I bit my lip and whispered, "Dylan, we'll talk about our relationship later. You should focus on handling your parents' affairs first."

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

Fear and regret gnawed at his insides. There were only a couple of times he had felt this. Regret was never in his dictionary. He never regretted doing anything, perhaps he has never done such a thing that would lead him to feel regression. He has always been calm and a deep thinker with strong sentiments. For the first time in his life. He regretted leaving her alone knowing fully well her life was in danger. If anything happens to her, he would never forgive himself.

Come in. The door creaked open, and one of our loyal warriors stood in the doorway, his expression solemn and determined. His presence reminded us of our challenges, even in this moment of joy and relief. “Luna Isla," he began, his voice heavy with regret and urgency. "Please forgive me for interrupting, but I have bad news." My heart skipped a beat as I exchanged glances with my mother, a sense of foreboding settling over us. "What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of concern and apprehension.

Her obsession with money is sickening. Kate’s new husband turned out to be quite generous. He had given us some money after paying off the debt. My mother went on a splurge the minute they left. I feel slightly sorry for Kate. The man would make her life more miserable than my mother ever did. For people like that who were bought for marriage, they get treated like trash. However, I don’t regret doing what I did. What I regret is this pregnancy, which never should have been in the first place. What do I do?

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.

That's why, if I could go back to where we were still okay, I would treat him right—so damn right that he wouldn't think of getting away from me and regret choosing me. "If I were him, I would regret dating you," he spoke again. "When I asked him if he regretted everything, he answered no. I asked him why. Do you know what he answered? Because he was happy when you were still together. His reason was so shallow, wasn't it? He also said that all relationships lead to breaking up, so that's okay. He dated you because he loved you; he didn't regret doing so. The only thing he regretted was that he fell so deep that he didn't know how to come up anymore. He also said that he regretted depending

That’s when the world fades away, and the sweet release of death takes me. Waking up on the floor, I try to get up, but my body is in too much pain. Sobbing inconsolably, I can’t help but feel regret. But the regret is not for me. It’s for Sophie. Because now I know that I’m going to die before I find her. I’m sorry, Sophie!