I Regret Losing Her Novels & Stories

He could not believe how I had struggled through sickness alone, waiting for a wedding day that would never come, until my heart was so broken I had to leave. Then, as a spirit, I found it hard to remember that pain. It did not seem to matter anymore. However, Becky was still trying to say she was sorry, her tears falling fast. "I'm sorry, Ellison. I didn't mean to... I just loved you so much, I wanted you to stay with me," she sobbed. However, Ellison was not moved by her tears this time. Right then, Mom and Dad came home. Becky ran to them, hoping they would help her.

she recounted sadly. She wanted to own Garvin and make him hers but was too shy to tell him about it. If he asked her again, she was sure to say yes a thousand times. “I regret it all when I see how much he loves our kids and how he treats me as if he would die for me. I love him so much that it hurts. It hurts that I didn’t forgive him earlier.” As the sisters listened to Iris’s regretful story, none of them wanted to be in her shoes, as Chelsea said,

I still can’t believe that I have lost everything excluding the woman I love—I’m getting her back, because I was too foolish and my head was over the clouds. I may have made some stupid mistakes in the past but that doesn’t mean I would do that now, I’m reconstructing my life and trying to make everything right. I’m trying to fix all of my mistakes and then leave this place as a new person (if you believe this then you’re a fucker) I’m never going to change and I won’t change, I don’t care if it would take me fifty years to get out of this place, I don’t care how long it would be; all I care about is getting my woman back.

I tightened my arms around her, and burying my head in the crook of her neck, I inhaled her scent, taking as much of it in, as I tried focusing on the fact that she was back. “I am so sorry, malyshka.” I whispered. The regret that I felt upon losing her when the two of us were fighting was something that I hated. The way that she looked at me was one that I would never forget, especially when I knew that it led to her leaving the house the way that she did.

But it hurt so much. Outside, the sun was up, and I could hear party noises and music starting. I dragged myself across the floor to the window. Colored balloons were bobbing in the wind. Down there it looked like another world entirely. I pressed my hand to my chest where it hurt. "It's just heartbreaking, really. Ma'am got separated from her family, lost her memory, suffered out for years, and now on top of all that she's got this slow one to deal with." "If you ask me, she has a kind heart even bringing her back. I would have left her where she was."

"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."

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.

It'd always represented my last wall of defense. "Aster, no…" Aubrey tugged at my hand, likely understanding what I was about to do. She was scared things would get out of hand, scared that her perfect family would break apart. I patted her hand and said firmly, "Some losses are necessary to keep our lives in good order, Aubrey." I slowly looked up to meet the gazes of Tristan, Anastasia, and Ophelia. With a sneer, I called out to Tristan. "Are you really sure you don't know who we are, Tristan? Are you sure you want to risk the rest of your life for these two women?"

I sat next to her, trying to find the right words to say even though Clara was the only thing on my mind. And where was Velma right now? My poor child. "We lost our baby!" She yelled as she burst out crying. "Because of her, Mike , I've lost the only thing I cherished the most in this world. Clara would stop at nothing to make sure I'm scattered in the wind, buried in the nothingness. If that's not it, then why would she do this!? It's so heartbreaking!"

“I heard you like roses, so I ordered the servants to plant various kinds of roses around the grounds.” Anastasia was stunned. Judith Westwood had always been known as an arrogant, intimidating old woman who was difficult to approach. She was extremely particular. In her eyes, no woman had ever been good enough for Tristan. Judith Westwood had two sons. Her eldest, Damien, had died twenty years ago. Several months before his death, he had married Marianne—a marriage Judith had strongly opposed.