I Regret Letting Her Go Novels & Stories

Rachel looked back up at him. “I’m sorry you went through that.” Bryce held her gaze for a long moment. “Thank you.” The ballroom orchestra slowly began resetting their instruments in the distance, creating a low background murmur. Bryce spoke again, his voice quieter now. “You know… when everything started falling apart tonight, I realized something.” Rachel tilted her head slightly. “What?” Bryce’s eyes softened in a way she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I regret letting you go.”

They had traded a lifetime of syndicate protection and untaxed gold bullion for a cheap holiday bird and the fleeting high of internet validation. Elena started rambling again, her voice cracking as she begged for forgiveness, saying she should have stood by my side during the Thanksgiving audit. She looked at me with hollow, desperate eyes, praying for a handout or a drop of my old mercy. I didn't care to listen to a ghost story from a traitor. I simply checked my luxury watch, claimed an executive meeting was waiting, and walked away without looking back.

Once again, my eyes opened their floodgates and my tears poured out in streams as I settled in her motherly warmth. “Mother, I’m… I’m really sorry for the hurt I’ve caused you and Dad.” I took my head from the warmth of her bosoms and angled my teary eyes to her face. “I’m sorry for leaving like that. I… I thought you and Dad wouldn’t bless I and Cayden’s union.” I sniveled and she squeezed me further into her embrace. “Child, you were in love. Your Father and I had no right to deny you of your love. You shouldn’t have just concluded and left us like that.” She said, and I knew she was beginning to shed tears as I could hear the sobs building up in her chest.

During all the time I'd been gone, he hated himself every single day. He wanted so badly to tear open his chest and show me how the thorns of regret had grown wild inside him, piercing through his organs. But facing my cold, indifferent black eyes, all the words in his heart got stuck in his throat. He couldn't say a single one. Fresh ginkgo leaves rustled down between us, as if separated by a decade of unmelted snow. "Go back." "I don't want to see you." I turned to leave. "Don't go—"

she orders pulling me into a tight hug. I let her pull me outside the packhouse back to the house while people watch us as we walk by. She unlocks the door pulling me into the house with her before pulling me into her embrace letting her sweet berry sent feel my nostrils calming my heartbeat. I enjoyed her presence and care for a few minutes before pulling away "Ma I am so sorry because of me you are being told to leave this pack" I plead pain and regret shining in my eyes. Her lips form a smile leaving me in a state of confusion "it doesn't matter where I am being told to go all that matters is my baby is right next to me"

"So let me make this clear. The moment you chose Vera over me, I stopped loving you." What we'd had was gone, replaced by nothing but disappointment and pain. I thought I'd moved past it, but the wound was still aching underneath. "I was wrong. I'm sorry." He sank to the ground, his head in his hands as he sobbed. I sighed, walked over, and crouched down in front of him. "Rex, if you really understand what you did wrong, then stop making things worse. Let me die in peace. Nothing you're doing now changes anything for me."

I did a lot of things that I regret finally leading me to walk away from her. I did what I thought was right at that moment hurting us both. But I thought we had more time. I never expected her to just vanish from our lives. That’s when I realized how much I hurt her and from that moment I have been trying to forget her and let go. I wish that she is living happily now somewhere with someone who loves her. My mind came back to the present when I heard my phone ringing. I already knew who it was, so I just ignored it but it kept ringing.

She had taken advantage of it, swooping in to claim what was mine the whole time. A wave of regret surged through me. I should’ve never let her go. I should’ve never given her the chance to ruin everything. “Why did I let her walk away?” The thought gnawed at me, but I quickly pushed it aside, burying it beneath my anger. Regret was for the weak, and I refused to be weak. Not now.

She asks, “What more is there to say?” “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for betraying your trust. I’m sorry for putting my fears of losing my career on your shoulders to carry. But most of all, I’m sorry for letting you walk out that door. That is the biggest regret I live with every day of my life. I should have fought for you.” The car drives forward. “Mother fuck.” Her eyes never leave me until she’s too far to catch up to. I have no idea where she’s staying or if she has an apartment in the city now that she’s back. I could run another ten blocks and never see that car again.

She spoke of our time together, of the regrets she harbored. “Alfred, the biggest mistake of my life was letting you go,” she confessed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “If I could turn back time, I would hold onto you and never let you go. Every single day since we parted, I’ve felt the weight of that decision. It’s a regret that has haunted me, a shadow that lingers over every other relationship I’ve had.”