I Regret Losing Her Novels & Stories

Here was this half-stranger having faith in her words when she had barely even said anything, while her husband, sorry now ex-husband, was treating her words as comedy. “The love I had for him.” She clarified, “That love is now just a gaping hole in me, and I plan to find a way to fill it up.” Her voice was filled with conviction. Hesitantly and slowly, he reached out for her, placed his hand gently on her shoulder in consolation, “I know you have probably heard this a lot but I am truly sorry for your loss, your son was a wonderful boy and he would have grown up to be an even wonderful man under your care.”

“Lauren,” Edith called from beside her husband, her voice low but carrying a weight that made it impossible to ignore. She was still holding Joseph upright, one arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders as though afraid he might collapse again at any moment. Her face was pale, drained of its usual warmth, and her eyes were swollen from crying for too long without rest. But what burned inside them now had changed completely. It was no longer fear. It was regret. Her gaze locked onto her daughter with a bitterness so deep it felt like it could cut through flesh.

“I should’ve fought for you. And seeing you here tonight—seeing what you’ve become—I realize how much I lost.” Rachel listened without interrupting, her expression unreadable. Marissa’s smile faltered. “Bryce, are you aware that you're saying this in front of your fiance?” she warned softly. Rachel finally spoke. “Well, you didn't lose me, Bryce. You just left me alone, lost in a dark world.” she said. Bryce flinched. “And I found myself,” she added. “Without you.” Bryce swallowed hard. Regret surging in his chest.

“If you really exist… please bring her back to me. I’ll give up everything. The title. The throne. My power. My pride. Everything.” The silence that followed was stifling. Jordan stared down at me, wiping the blood from his mouth. Pierce looked away. They said nothing. Because what was there to say? I had finally admitted what they already knew—I’d lost her. And I didn’t even know when it happened. Moments later, they turned to leave. I didn’t watch them go. I stayed on the floor long after the door closed, the ticking of the clock in the corner counting down every second of my regret.

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

A video was sent to me and it was a building burning. My eyes were filled with flame, pain as I watched the building burn and when I was satisfied with the outcome, I switched off the phone. It was time to focus on my daughter before the news came rolling in. It took a while for me to muster up courage to go see her. She never meant any wrong, I just overreacted. I knew where she'd be, at the penthouse, her favorite spot. Too bad, she'll be losing it tomorrow. Languorously, I stuffed some chocolates in a basket, rehearsed how to appease her and stepped out.

I couldn't bear to look at it, so I placed it on her pillow, a reminder of what I had lost. “I'm sorry,” I mumbled, my voice breaking as what happened that night came replaying in my head. I curled into a ball, my arms wrapped around my knees as I leaned against the wall. “Please come back to me,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. I felt so alone, so empty without her. I didn't know how to fill the void she had left in my life. I just wanted her back, more than anything in the world. But she was gone, and I was left with only my regrets.

I stumbled back, my hand hitting the doorframe. "I never loved you. I never wanted you. I never regretted losing you." He stepped toward me, his voice cold and deliberate. "The only thing I regretted was not getting what I wanted sooner. You were nothing but a stepping stone, Ymir. A tool. And now that you've outlived your usefulness, I have no more use for you." I stared at him. The man I had loved. The man I had grieved. The man who had knelt in the garden and begged for forgiveness.

The camera zoomed in on Adrian and Cassandra holding hands on stage, radiant with pride. The crowd roared with applause. Rosemary grabbed the remote and switched it off sharply. She bowed her head, her body shaking. “Why must it be him who triumphs… when I’ve already lost everything?” --- Mila rushed in and saw her crying in the chair. “Ma’am! Don’t let this destroy you! Adrian may look like he’s winning, but that doesn’t mean you’ve lost forever.” Rosemary stared at her with hollow eyes. “Isn’t it the same, Mila? For me… there is no way back. I haven’t just lost my business—I’ve lost myself.”