I Regret Almost Everything Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 28: THE MAN WHO ARRIVED TOO LATE STARTED TO PANIC Regret is quiet at first. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t throw itself on the floor. It sits politely in your chest and waits for you to notice what is missing. And that was how it began for him. --- He told himself he was fine. People divorced every day. People moved on. People survived worse. He repeated those sentences like medicine. But medicine only works if you swallow it.

I wished there was a way to change everything, a way I could turn back the hands of the clock and go back to the past to change it all, but I just couldn’t do anything, I was only left and stuck with the regrets of what I had. I looked at Eliza, and she even had tears in her eyes, it made me feel more horrible and like I was a really very terrible person. Remembering what I had done to Eliza too only fueled my embarrassment and regrets, I felt like I was up to no good, and all I had done in this recent years was to hurt and hurt everyone, I had done it over and over again and the list of the people I had hurt keeps getting long and long.

“You never knew, do you? You think everyone’s out to hurt you, so you hurt them first.” He leaned forward slightly, trying to touch my hand again, but I flinched back. “Don’t touch me!” I snapped, my voice cracking. “You’ve done enough already.” The dam I’d been holding back broke. “I regret everything,” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I regret the day I ever decided to steal from you, the day I met you, the day I signed that stupid marriage contract! Everything in my life started falling apart because of you!”

I wanted to open my eyes, look around and find myself in that place people go to when they die, but life's disappointment had sealed its fate with me and my expectations were never met. "Maraïda Elina Mendoza! I know you can hear me! Just please open your eyes and tell me you're OK." I could feel the agony in voice. I could feel the pain in her words, the tears in her hoarse voice. But I couldn't bring myself to regret anything. I hadn't intentionally jumped inside the highway to be knocked out by a running vehicle: but I still didn't regret it. It was an epic fail but still, no regrets. Although the feelings in me were all practically dead, in my mind I knew I had to feel sorry for Issa, sh

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

Strong. Unbreakable. And for the first time in years… I feel something unfamiliar pressing against my chest. Regret. Real regret. Because suddenly every mistake I’ve made… Every obsession. Every manipulation. Every attempt to control Evelessa’s fate… Feels heavier than it did before. And the worst part? The one person fate gave me… Is the one who despises me the most.

ROWAN The pen felt like it was made of lead. It was a tiny, fragile thing, yet holding it made my arm ache more than my heaviest broadsword ever could. I stared at the white space of the parchment, the silence of the study ringing in my ears. How did you summarize a lifetime of regret into a few paragraphs? How did you tell a woman who was currently being treated like an animal that you were sorry for being the reason she was in that cage? "Sorry" was a pathetic word. It was a word for people who stepped on toes or forgot a birthday.

The scratch that they found at the cross was due to the cross falling from a high place and causing the cross to break in two. They both thanked him before walking out of the church. Shana decided to stop by the bookstore to pick up some books to read over the weekend since neither of them had anything else to do. The rest of the day went by quickly. They spend the rest of the day at home. Shana was sitting in the living room, reading a book she had recently purchased. It wasn't just any ordinary book; it was filled with dirty talk. Shana was obviously so preoccupied with reading it that she didn't notice her surroundings. He snatched the book from her grasp.

JASPER Hearing Quinn's voice should have brought me peace. Instead, it ruined what little was left of me. Not today… Those two words followed me through the night like a curse. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard them again. Not today. Not today. Not today. By sunrise, I was still sitting in my office. The coffee beside me had gone cold, and the files on my desk remained untouched. The city outside was awake and moving forward. Mine wasn't. For the first time in years, I had nothing to distract me from my regrets.

Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately. I should have taken a different approach. Who knows what she might do now? I took a deep breath. Everything in my life was falling apart. If only I didn’t go on that business trip. At least things would have been a little bit better. I went to the bed and plopped myself on it. I took my phone and checked my personal emails, messages, and anything that would keep me distracted from the mess going on. After laying in bed for a while, I called my assistant.