I Regret Almost Everything Book Novels & Stories

Regret was a useless emotion. I knew that better than anyone. Regret changed nothing. It didn’t rewrite history. It didn’t fix damage. But standing there alone in the dim light of my office, I realized something terrifying. For the first time in years… I regretted something deeply. Not a business decision. Not a failed negotiation. Not an investment. Ciara. Losing her. Hurting her. And possibly losing seven years with my own son because I was too blind to see the truth back then.

The grocery store keeps moving, carts rolling, scanners beeping, life continuing without me. I stay on the floor. Staring at the cover. At the family I threw away. At the life I’ll never touch. At the daughter who will never know my name. And for the first time, the regret isn’t abstract. It’s visceral. It’s bone-deep. It’s a hole in my chest where a father should be. I lost her. I lost them. I lost everything that mattered. And now it’s gone. Forever. I stand slowly, legs shaking, vision blurred.

Stella had lived two lifetimes, and this was the first time she heard someone describe her this way. However, she knew this praise was earned with her blood and tears. She had suffered emotional abuse during her seven-year marriage, and her daughter died a horrible death. She had spent her time sick in bed and lived a miserable life. Even though it was a long time ago, it still sent chills to her heart whenever she thought about it. Stella leaned into Eric's arms and listened to his heartbeat before those negative emotions gradually vanished. This was a brand new start for her.

Her gaze locked onto her daughter with a bitterness so deep it felt like it could cut through flesh. “I regret ever giving birth to an ingrate like you,” she said slowly, each word deliberate and heavy, as though she wanted Lauren to feel every single one of them sink into her skin. “You’re despicable.” Lauren froze. That single word struck harder than anything Henry had done to her so far. Despicable. It echoed in her head, louder than the screams, louder than the threats, louder than her own fear. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to speak, to defend herself, to argue or deny it.

Not wanting to think about Draven even for a second, I decided to go read a book, my head slightly throbbing in pain now. xxx My eyes never left the book I was reading, afraid that if I stopped, I would think about everything Draven said tonight. The pain was overwhelming. I was rejected. Heart broken and humiliated. Never have I felt so much regret in one night. It was painful, suffocating. The feeling was gonna eat me inside and out and I couldn't take it anymore. "It's staying between us, honey." I read the words carefully from the book, trying to engage back inside my own little world but froze. That line, the sentence. It sounded somewhat familiar in my head.

Although she had managed to generate a tangible amount, which she struggled to get with much difficulty, it still wasn't enough. As she prepared gourmet burgers, lost in thought, Freya reflected on her numerous problems and shook her head in self-loathing, reproaching herself for accepting Imelda's offer in the first place. She despised her own desperation for clouding her judgment. The catastrophic events unfolding in her life were a nightmare she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy. Just as she made sales and attended to customers, a police patrol car with ear-piercing sirens and blinding alarm lights screeched to a halt beside the sidewalk.

The doors slowly closed on the hesitant look on Wanda’s face. The sudden weightlessness as the lift descended was an echo of the heavy burden weighing on my heart over the past three months. This time, I finally hit rock bottom. I never looked back. The moment I stepped through the revolving doors, my phone buzzed. I rejected the call without hesitation and blocked that number immediately. I chucked eight years of my youth and my once-burning love for her into the trash, along with the box of my belongings.

“I know. And I hate that I did. I did not mean to fall apart the way I did, or to drag everyone else down with me. But when I realized I had lost everything, I panicked. I just wanted control. I didn’t care who got hurt.” “Control is a tricky word. It makes us believe we are steering, even when the car is on fire.” “…That is accurate.” “Do you regret it?” “Every single day. But regret does not undo anything. It just sits there; heavy, like wet clothes.” “And yet you are here. You could have stayed away.” “I do not even know why I stay here. Maybe curiosity. Maybe guilt. Maybe I just wanted to see them together and realize it was not the end of the world.”

Some weakness they have for your sad eyes and your perfect tragedy. When the man called Haas, I didn't hesitate. Finally, someone was going to take something from you. Finally, you would know what it felt like to lose. I gave them everything. Your fears, your secrets, the cracks in your armor. I told them about David, about how to reach him, about what buttons to push. Watching you fall apart was the best thing I ever experienced. Every tear you shed fed something in me that had been starving for years. So no, I don't regret it. I regret getting caught. I regret that Liam found me. I regret that I have to disappear and start over while you get to live in your mountain fortress with your rich

I missed all those days which felt like decades ago… Those good all times that now seemed like thousands of knives stabbing my heart upon thinking I’d probably never experience that happiness again. “I’m sorry… I really regret it…” I whispered, finally feeling so regretful that I save Flora. No, in fact, I regret ever even letting her in my life. She ruined everything for me. My eyelids were getting heavier, my heart was bleeding, and I started having a hard time breathing. I was on the verge of crying, but this stupid position of mine that bound me to a lot of responsibilities forbade me to even cry and grieve for my own pain.