Novel & Cerita I Regret Letting Her Go

We can be happy again. I swiftly pulled my hand out of his grasp, my voice as cold as ice. "Be happy? Graham, we were over the moment you handed my son over to Cassidy just to please her. "I don't want to spend my life with someone so fickle. If you want me to forgive you, then you need to cut all ties with Cassidy. Completely." I could see the hesitation flicker across Graham's face, exactly what I had expected. I let out a quiet, derisive laugh.

‎ ‎What should I do? ‎I let out a bitter laugh, I was the one who had said “let go” first, but when it came down to it, I realized it was far harder than I ever imagined. ‎ ‎I regretted it. ‎I didn't want a divorce, Not at all, I wouldn't be able to bear seeing her with Julian, My child calling him daddy, never... ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, and suddenly, an unreliable idea flickered in my mind. ‎ ‎To be Continued....

Then her composure cracked. "Ryan," she muttered, tears spilling over. "I really am sorry. I'm sorry I never put you and Emma first all these years..." She kept apologizing. But her regrets came too late. Neither Emma nor I wanted her anymore. The End

She said she loved me, didn't she? Adamant, I stood there, my mind searching fruitlessly for reasons why she wouldn't possibly leave me. I convinced my heart that It didn't need to hurt yet because she was going to show up. But as time continued to pass almost audibly, I realized two things; I was wrong and Hope was gone. She was gone. And I let her go. I fucking let her go. There was a relentless beating of my blood around my body. My lungs burned and I wanted to scream. I let her go because she asked me to. Because she said if I cared about her, I would.

Helga's mother said, "What do you mean? My daughter told me your daughter's the one hounding Shawn." My mother shot up from her seat in fury. "You don't get to talk here." I pulled her back. "Mom, I broke up with Shawn this morning, and I'm not staying here either. I'm going to Imperia." My mother couldn't believe what she was hearing. She bent over and whispered, "Are you mad, Queenie?" I kept her hand down and shook my head. Just when I was about to talk, Helga interrupted, "You've looked after Shawn all these years. You are like his sister. I'd love it if you could bless our marriage."

"I can't stop you from leaving. I always thought this would happen. It's Ryan who wasn't meant to keep you." I rested against her shoulders in silence. The old woman had been the only shield I had in this house. With her around, Kate and Walker had kept their distance. Because of her, the place had somehow felt less cruel. And now, letting go meant leaving behind the one person here who had treated me as family. My voice was quiet. "I don't regret the divorce. I regret that I won't be here to care for you." Ruth studied me. "If he comes back to his senses and asks you to return, would you?"

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

She said sadly. “I see.” He said, “Very well then. I understand." “You do?” Her eyes widened in surprise. This reaction was not what she thought would happen. Was the man so worn down by the happenings in his company that his staff's leaving was the least of his worries? “Well, just let me know when you're leaving so you can get your last pay.” He said, “If that is all.” Clearly dismissed, Octavia made her way out of the office, heading straight for the break room, her heels clicking loudly against the floors, echoing even louder in the eerily quiet halls. The empty offices she walked by were reminders of the former glory of the company.

"You fret in your own grease, and I won't forgive you. Never." He looked at me in despair, trembling as he pulled out the diamond ring he had thrown under the bed. "I regret it so much," he stammered. "I'm sorry. Please, give me another chance." Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, snowflakes began to fall again, just like the day we first met. I looked away and slowly stood up. "Let go. While I still remember the good parts about you, let go." His hand drooped, and his shoulders slumped.