It Is With Deep Regret Novels & Stories

I can’t lose him – can’t let him go – not when we’ve come so far – when there is such wonderful good between us - I fall to my knees at his feet. “Please,” I whisper. It’s the only word I have left. “I regret you,” he growls above me. “I regret loving you, regret trusting you, regret…” I know, instinctually, that he was going to say that he regrets having the boys – but that would be too far, a lie. We both know he’ll never regret them.

I whisper, barely audible even to myself. She bows her head, voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry. And I hate being the one to tell you this, but I don’t have a choice. It’s not like I want this for you, not like I think it’s good. I hate it, Anita. I truly do. But we are powerless in this situation.”

I held my head in total confusion, while pacing about helplessly. Keila, my bridesmaid, was also helpless. She could literally do nothing to make me feel better. “Sarah, I think we should go in and inform the people what happened.” “How do you expect me to face that crowd? What am I supposed to tell them right now? That my husband left me immediately after we were wedded? Come on!” My voice shook terribly. I was literally going crazy. Keila placed a hand on my back, stroking it gently. Her eyes clouded up with pity. “But we still need to go in and at least say something. The people are waiting.”

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

"Sienna, please—" "Please what? Please forgive you? Please tell you it's okay?" She stood, her body vibrating with rage and grief. "It's not okay, Elena. My brother will never walk again. Never run. Never—" Her voice broke. "He was supposed to dance at my wedding someday. He was supposed to walk his future kids to their first day of school. He was supposed to have a normal life and now—" "I know." Tears streamed down my face. "I know, and I'm so sorry. If I could take it back, if I could—"

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

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.

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.

What an irony! With my shoulders slumped and my dampened spirit, I rested my back on the iron gate not flinging when the hotness touched my back. It was nowhere as painful as the pain I was feeling in my heart, I’d just lost someone important and dear to me and it was taken by someone who I also held dear in my heart.

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.