I Left Him He Cried In Regret Novels & Stories

His voice broke mid-word, mid-sentence, and the tears I thought I couldn't cry were knocking at the back of my eye sockets. "I've been living like shit, Clara! I've been lying to myself about how I felt about you, how I feel about you! I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, apologize for the way I hurt you. Yes, I know this shitty story does nothing to help, but if it brings you the slightest bit of peace knowing that I'm suffering for my decisions then you should know that I am. I feel sorry, every day, Clara! Every night!" Do not cry. Not before him; do not cry. My hands steadied around the steering wheel as I readjusted, sitting more upright. I couldn't let him see me break down.

“You need to leave now. Seeing you only makes everything worse.” For not telling me his true identity, I was done with him. Before he could say another word, I shushed him and motioned for him to go. Regret was written all over his face as he finally turned around. I turned my face to the window so I wouldn’t have to watch him leave. I just wanted the tears shimmering in my eyes to fall freely. I hardened my heart and refused to look back, but deep down, I knew I was going to miss him.

He took one hesitant step closer. “We can still make this work. We can try. I really miss us.” “So do I.” Hope flickered across his face. “But it’s not enough. Nothing can ever be the same again. The version of us that existed before you cheated will never exist again.” His expression fell as the room became silent again. “I made one mistake.” “Maybe. But that one mistake ruined everything.” He winced and covered his face with one hand. The sadness and regret on his face when he removed his hand almost broke me but I willed myself to remain strong. To not give in.

“You never came to see me. Not once. I lost our baby, your baby, while you were busy cuddling her.” “I was wrong!” he gasps, tears finally spilling from his eyes. “I was wrong! But you should know I’m not perfect! I won’t always make the right decisions—I won’t always think clearly! If I could go back and fix everything, I would—but I can’t. It’s already done!” “Not the pain, Ivan.” Her voice drops, deadly calm. “The pain doesn’t disappear just because you regret it.” She steps closer, her gaze piercing.

His tears burned where they fell against my skin. For one fragile heartbeat, I believed he truly loved me. Then—through the haze—I heard him say the words that shattered me more than the poison ever could. “You can’t leave me like this. Not after everything I’ve given up for you. Please… don’t make me regret it.” Regret. The word pierced deeper than claws, deeper than fangs. Regret—because he had chosen me, not her. Regret—because even in my final moments, I was not enough.

He asked. “I….I thought you wanted this Gwen?” He asked. “I….I…I thought I did but I can’t do this. I…just can’t,” I whispered and felt myself crying. Why am I crying? Ryan didn’t say anything to me, he didn’t move either. He only stared at me in disbelief and shock. I shouldn’t have done this, I shouldn’t have led him on and then back out at the last minute. “Ryan….I’m sorry,” I whispered crying softly.

He downed another shot, his eyes glassy with tears. “I lost her,” he whispered, his voice breaking again. “I really lost the best thing that ever happened to me… and I can never get her back.” The rain was still pouring when he finally stumbled out of the bar. He walked through the storm with no destination, soaked to the bone, crying openly like a wounded animal. The rain washed over his face, but it couldn’t wash away the regret that consumed him. “I’m sorry, Sara…” he whispered into the downpour, his voice hoarse and broken. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

He is my only son. I stood up and faced Iris. Tears just fell down from my eyes. I can't hold back my tears from crying. I'm in so much pain. I holds Iris's hands. I'm desperate to do that. I'm ready to do everything just to keep them with me. "No! let's fix this okay! Please! I'm begging you Iris! Don't do this to me! I plead! I regret everything!" I was sobbing from crying. It's like my heart is being shoot with a bullet. It's like I'm suffocating with sadness. The pain is too much.

"It’s real." A guttural scream tore from his throat as he gripped the paper, crumpling it in his hands. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths before he turned to me, his expression twisted in rage and grief. "You let my children die." I took a step closer, my own fury finally breaking free. "No, Richard. You let them die." He shook his head, his eyes wild. "No. No, you called me too late. If you had—"

“Trent, I swear, I’m sorry. I made a mistake. But the baby—” He turned sharply, his face wet with tears he didn’t bother to hide. “Don’t you dare,” he warned, his voice trembling. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me it’s mine.” She dropped to her knees, sobbing, reaching for him. “Please! I need you, Trent, please, it’s yours—” “Stop!” he shouted, his voice breaking again. “Just stop!” He collapsed against the wall, sliding down till he was sitting on the floor. His body shook as he wept, his anger melting into raw grief. “Why, Misty?” he whispered, over and over. “Why did you cheat?”