I Regret Losing Her Novels & Stories

But I couldn't bring myself to admit it, so instead, I lashed out, hurling hurtful words in her direction. As I aimlessly drove through the city, a wave of regret washed over me. I couldn't help but feel remorse for my past actions. I should have listened to my heart, showered her with the love and attention she deserved. I should have been there for her during her darkest moments. And above all, I deeply regret losing her. Continuing my drive, I unexpectedly found myself in front of our old house. It held countless memories of our time together, the place where she became my wife. The urge to step out of the car and take one last glimpse of our former home was irresistible.

Matt held her close, his hands stroking her hair, his heart pounding in his chest. As she finally pulled back, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, Matt felt a pang of regret. He didn't want to let her go, didn't want to break the spell that had been cast. Ivy apologized, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry, Matt. I didn't mean to...it's just that I lost my father too." Her eyes welled up with tears again as she spoke of her own pain and loss.

It will be my pleasure seeing her locked up. I have lost millions of dollars because of the shameless bitch. Not only money but my heart too. Gave her my heart and what has she done? Stomped on it so that I’m a broken-hearted man. I wish I never met her. Maybe this wouldn’t hurt as much as it does right now. I regret going to Lex. I regret her waiting on me. I regret inviting her to my room. Banging her. Looking for her in Paris. Being with her. Making love to her. I regret her existence entirely.

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.

How come I loved her more than anything in this world in two months? I hate it. I hate that I lost her and I hate that I am the reason behind it. I regret not answering Uno's calls and drowned myself into sadness. I regret that I wasn't able to remember her and walk lazily on that slippery floor. I regret my foolishness. Life is so hard, really. You'll never know when or how will you lose someone. You'll never know, and even if you already have a hunch, you will never be ready. It will always felt like a blink of an eye, almost unnoticeable. And the happiness that I felt when she came became big havoc in my life the moment she left...

The pain of losing her beloved son intensified as she pondered her own complicity, her trust misplaced in someone she had believed to be a kindred spirit. Regret washed over Susan, each wave crashing against her shattered soul. The enormity of her loss consumed her, leaving her questioning her own judgment and the choices she had made. How could she have been so blind? How could she have placed her trust in someone who turned out to be a harbinger of pain and destruction?

Not having the closer, living in hope to see them one day is similar to a living hell. “I regret everything I should have done for you, Ari. I regret the time we would have spent together. I regret not telling you how I feel about you, Mi Amore. Please, come back to me. I can’t do this anymore. It is killing me every day that I spend without you.” I whispered staring at her photos in my phone. I regret not taking a photo with her. She requested me with so much hope, I disappointed her.

"And what mattered, Ethan? What were you supposed to fight for?" "You," I said simply. "I should have fought for you." She stared at me for a long moment. I could see emotions warring behind her eyes, anger, hurt, something that might have been grief. "You're five years too late," she said finally. "I know." "I don't forgive you." "I don't expect you to." "And whatever you're hoping for, reconciliation, closure, absolution, you're not going to get it from me." "I know that too." I did. But I'd need to try anyway. "I just wanted you to know that not a day has gone by that I haven't regretted losing you."

Her body looked very pale and seemed almost-lifeless and the sight immediately filled me with misery. All these years, I had scorned, neglected, and ignored her but she had stayed and tolerated my insults. She had waited for me to love her but it never happened. It never happened because I didn’t want it to happen. To me, she hadn’t been the ideal mate I wanted so I settled to give my love to someone better, Ivanka. The irony in that sentence has me boiling with anger. I remember the night when I had returned from my outing after having sex with Isla for the second time ever— sex that had been driven by my stress and mental frustration but sex I’m just realizing I don’t regret having with he

“How dare you even think of such a thing? What will you tell the Starlings as your reason for divorcing their daughter? Or have you forgotten that Mr. Starling invested one billion dollars in our company when we almost went bankrupt, and now you want to pay them back with evil?” “But Mom, I don’t love Annabel. Our marriage was a mistake. Seeing her face every morning makes me sick.” “Oh please, spare me that. You don’t love her, and you went ahead to marry her and even have kids with her?” “Mom, that was a mistake, and now I’m trying to rectify my mistakes. Meadow is the one I love, Mom. Back then I made a huge mistake by telling her to abort that pregnancy and letting her go. Please help me