It Is With Deep Regret Novels & Stories

I explained rapidly, my voice cracking as I leaned against a nearby lamppost to steady my shaky legs. ​"Wait, slow down for a second because this is a massive accusation, and you are talking about a child dying and a potential hospital swap, so who exactly has this little girl right now?" Joel asked, his tone shifting from disbelief to pure professional seriousness as he heard the panic in my voice.

I shrug at him and look up to meet his eyes. “The way you treated me; your reasons don’t make sense. You were so harsh, so cruel.” I say bitterly and he nods. “I have no good reasons. Just know I regretted my actions long before you became my mate.”

I utter before I give off a deep sigh and look at his face feeling this sadness in my heart. ‘You might regret it if I will fall in love with you... deeply’

“ 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

Something I never thought I'd see in them. Regret. Sadness.

His words faltered for a moment, and I saw the pain flash across his face. “I’m not running, Scarlett. I’m not letting you go to Keith. I hold no grudge, no anger about him—only regret. Please, let’s try again. I swear to you, you won’t regret it. I can’t ever replace you. We can never replace you. If you leave…” His voice broke slightly, his breath catching. “If you leave, you’ll leave us empty. With nothing.” His desperation was tangible, his every word carrying the weight of someone who had nothing left to lose. “I won’t fault you if you go, but I’m begging you—don’t.”

he said, his voice strained, the words heavy with effort. The honesty in that single sentence hit me harder than anything else could have. He was not giving in easily. He was losing. “I am sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he lifted his eyes to meet mine. There was no anger in his expression. No hatred. Only regret. “I cannot fight it anymore.” The words settled into the air between us with a finality that made my chest tighten painfully. Before I could respond, before I could move, before I could even think of what to do next—

I know Shalm would never open that door while she's with me. "He was sharing his regrets with me." She says waving her hand at the statement. "He's probably going through some shit and he thought it would be a good idea to make himself feel good by bothering me." She says and I frown. I know desperation when I hear it and that man sounded like he was experiencing more than just regret.

I utter with a broken voice "I am deeply sorry, please forgive me"