I Won't Accept Your Regrets Novels & Stories

I asked softly, "Have you ever had any regrets, Stefano?" Stefano pondered for a moment before replying, "I regret trusting those who didn't deserve it. I regret quitting when I should have kept fighting. I have quite a lot of regrets, actually." "What about now?" Stefano chuckled softly and said, "I've learned that regret gets you nowhere—one must move forward and avoid looking back." He then patted my shoulder and said, "You should give it your best next Monday, Valentina." I nodded in assent, clenching the document in my grasp.

For the first time in years, I forgot to be angry. When he walked me to my door, he didn't try to kiss me. He just took my hand and held it for a long moment. His palm was warm. Calloused. Real. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow is Lily's parent-teacher conference." "Then I'll see you at Lily's parent-teacher conference." I laughed. "You're not giving up, are you?" "I gave up once." His voice dropped. "It almost killed me. I'm not making that mistake again."

Their courage was admirable, but utterly futile against a seasoned high ranking. “Let it go, it was his decision, and I won’t force myself on anyone,” I whispered, my voice thick with unshed tears. “He made his point clear, and I respect that. So, I accepted his rejection. But he’s going to regret this, I’ll serve it to him on a silver platter! I’ll come back here, stronger and in a much better state than I am now!” Determined, I clenched my fists, my knuckles white against my palms.

“Let’s go elsewhere to talk.” “Lisa, I hope you don’t get mad at me. I have never intended to humiliate you. I’m sorry,” Cam said. Lisa pouted at Cam. Her eyes weren’t as warm as she stared at me. “As we have nothing in common and it was only a political marriage, I have no regrets about you canceling our agreement. But,” she stopped in the middle, “the only thing I regret the most is you didn’t come sooner to avoid this. I dislike being rejected publicly.”

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

“Please, believe me this one last time. I'm madly in love with you. Can't you see…” Smack! I didn’t let those words reach the end before my right arm brushed across his face. He abruptly let go of my arm and held the spot firmly. His once-pleading gaze drastically turned into an unreadable dark expression. “You hit me?” he said coldly. I ignored him and opened my car door. “After everything I did for you? I picked you up when you had nothing. I stood by you all these years, and now, over one misunderstanding, you won’t even hear me out? You’d rather believe strangers than me?” His voice filled with frustration.

“Everything is fine.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Etta. I just want you to trust me this time,” I whispered into her ears. “That tickles,” she giggled while I wrapped my hands around her. So many regrets I’ve suffered from in the past. Etta was right. If only I had just given her a chance–maybe if I had listened to her, Valerie would still be here with us. Nobody would have died. And that’s why I’m never going to allow Gloria and Katty to get away with it. This isn’t my usual self, but this second chance given to me by the universe is never going to a waste.

But now? “It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said calmly. “Why not?” Silas’s eyes turned red, his desperation spilling over. “Because we don’t need you anymore. I don’t trust you, and neither does Yael. We can’t wait for you forever.” My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

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.