His Regret, My Light Novels & Stories

Now I hope for a child from him too, even though it is already in my womb. It would be a lie to say I don't love Elio. I love him very, very much. That's why I'm so hurt. It's because I love him! Elio was the light in my life when I was at the bottom of the abyss. Elio lifted me out of that abyss. And Elio was also the one who then threw me into another abyss. My steps faltered on the stairs. My body swayed, almost falling. After seeing that cursed shadow, I finally heard Elio's voice. It was a moan I had never heard when he made love with me.

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.

He’s closer now, expression open and a little raw. “Do you regret it?” I ask quietly. “Writing this?” “Yes,” he says without hesitation. “And no.” I arch a brow. “Diplomatic,” I say. He steps closer, hands in his pockets like he’s resisting the urge to reach for me without permission. “I regret the part where I tried to erase myself from your life instead of fixing my shit,” he says. “I don’t regret telling you to sing for the world.” He pauses. “And I don’t regret that you didn’t forget me,” he adds, voice lower. “Even when you probably should have.”

The way he'd looked at me. The way he'd kissed me. The way he'd trusted me. The way he'd loved me. Past tense. I rolled onto my side and let the tears come. I cried for what I'd lost. For what I'd destroyed. For what could never be. I cried until I had nothing left. Then I lay there in the darkness. Along with my choices. Along with my regrets. Along with the knowledge that I'd sacrificed everything for a job. And now I had nothing.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

My voice cracked. "God, I miss you so much." I shut my eyes. "I thought losing you would get easier." It didn't. Every day somehow hurt more than the last. The room remained silent. No answer. No forgiveness. No miracle. Just regret and loneliness…

"Anwen, help me take inventory. I want a record of every single thing she's damaged. Celestine is going to pay for every last bit of it, or I'm reporting her to the police!" As for everything else? Taking it with me would only be a painful reminder, so might as well leave it all behind. I would consider it a funeral for my youth—a life wasted on the wrong person.

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

There was no way to escape, not while I was trapped in this unknown arena. Hope drained from me when, suddenly, a light appeared in the distance. A sharp pang shot through me, and I breathed heavily, afraid of the unknown. The boss they had spoken about earlier was coming; the one who would rip the life out of me, just as they had discussed. My thoughts drifted to Jumia. A tiny tear rolled down my cheek as I lowered my head in agony. Nothing mattered except the thought of my son, who kept surfacing in my mind.

“I should’ve fought for you. And seeing you here tonight—seeing what you’ve become—I realize how much I lost.” Rachel listened without interrupting, her expression unreadable. Marissa’s smile faltered. “Bryce, are you aware that you're saying this in front of your fiance?” she warned softly. Rachel finally spoke. “Well, you didn't lose me, Bryce. You just left me alone, lost in a dark world.” she said. Bryce flinched. “And I found myself,” she added. “Without you.” Bryce swallowed hard. Regret surging in his chest.