I Regret Almost Everything Book Novels & Stories

“Say anything.” “I… feel this immense pain in my heart every time I think of her.” He tried to find the words. “Like I was wrong about her, that she didn’t deserve all the pain I put her through.” “What you are feeling son, is regret.” “Regret?” He echoed. “Hmm, I have never regretted anything I have done in my life.” “There is a first time for everything. After all we are nothing but mere wolves in this life. You are not as all knowing as the moon goddess, so you are bound to make mistakes.”

They had all dedicated themselves to their country, so why couldn't I do the same? I cut him off, not out of rudeness, but because I'd already made up my mind. "Dr. Morgan, I've considered all the concerns you've raised. I don't have parents, children, or even close friends. There's nothing keeping me from moving forward." As I said that, I thought of Simon. My chest tightened with that familiar ache. Maybe it was because we were about to part ways, but all I could think about were the good memories. Whenever I tried to forgive him, I always thought of his 32 mistresses. Tears welled up, and I fought to hold back the pain.

“After everything?” “After everything?” I laughed, short and bitter. “You mean after the bet? After the lies? After watching you choose to whore around every single time and still it comes back to me?” Students were slowing now. Watching the scene unfold with their phones already out. I didn’t care. “I was stupid,” Damian said, louder now. “I know that. I was selfish and blind and I hurt you. I regret it every day.” “Regret doesn’t fix damage,” I shot back. “Regret doesn’t undo what you did.”

"I regret everything." Tears streamed down my face, but I wasn’t going to let him see me crumble completely. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of breaking me, even though every part of me was trembling, aching, terrified. "Please," I whispered again, pleading, my voice hoarse with emotion. "I can’t be the person you want me to be. Not like this. Not when you’re hurting me." For a moment, his eyes flickered with something—something that almost resembled regret. But it disappeared too quickly, masked by the darkness that had taken over him.

If he had actually just ignored me, I probably wouldn't have taken things to this extent. I decided to write him a note instead of facing him. If I didn't, then the guilt would probably eat me alive. Once I was done, I went to his room and placed it on his bed. I knew he was training right now, so I didn't have to fear him catching me. I went back to my room. Most of my stuff would be shipped to my new place, but things such as clothes or some necessities would come on the plane with me. I had also packed a couple of books with me so I wouldn't be bored. The flight was a little over 11 hours, so I think I'd be able to finish at least two books if I wanted to.

Aurora, you really were a joke. Sold off by your father, played with by Damian like a toy, and then used as a stepping stone by Clara. You were just a pitiful little fool from the beginning to the end. The laughter finally faded. I wiped my tears and dragged out the suitcase I had packed long ago. Before leaving, I grabbed a box of matches from the kitchen. I was going to burn all my designs and all those shameful scenes. Watching the flames devour those fake happy memories, I felt a rare, almost fierce sense of relief.

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

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.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

It was the opposite of everything I'd had as Luna. It was perfect. I sat on the edge of the bed, my single suitcase at my feet, and I finally let myself fall apart. The tears came without warning, wracking sobs that shook my entire body. I cried for five years of wasted love. I cried for the girl I'd been at twenty, so desperate for someone to love her that she'd ignored every red flag. I cried for Theo, for the confusion he'd face, for the mother who'd left him behind even though leaving was the only way to save them both.