It Is With Deep Regret Novels & Stories

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

I said sternly. Ethan stretched his left hand for me to hold while he continued driving with his right hand. “We all make mistakes, and your parents are not above mistakes too. I know they regret their actions towards you, and I believe they didn’t have a choice then. That was why they behaved that way. And also, we need their blessings for our marriage. But I will let you make your own decisions, and whatever you decide is okay with me,” Ethan said in a soft voice.

Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly. "It's all over for now. It's time for you to chat with my parents." "You're right. They must be tired of waiting." The spark in Noel's eyes gradually dimmed as he watched them walk away while leaning against each other. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. It hurt so much that tears welled in his eyes. Noel felt something leaving his body and floating away. He knew he could no longer get it back.

“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.

A heavy feeling filled my heart and I quickly realized that it was something very similar to regret. “I understand. I am very sorry for all the trouble and all the rumors that have circulated because I wasn’t careful and thoughtful about my actions,” I apologized solemnly. “Well, if you’re regretful of your actions then I think we can end the session here with just an official warning,” the same man from the committee said and I didn’t miss the way that he stressed the word ‘official warning’.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m some mistake you regret.” He stops pacing and looks at me , really looks. His face is hard, but his eyes flicker with something softer, buried deep ,regret maybe, or pain. “You think I don’t regret things?” he says quietly. “Because I do, Emma. I regret that we’ve become this.” He turns away, walking toward the stairs.

“Let me help you sit down…” He stepped back from my hands again, harder this time, and his voice came up and the words came out the way words came out when they had been sitting in someone for a long time and had found an opening. “I regret being with you, all messed up!“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.

I can only imagine the hurt and disappointment you must feel, and for that, I am truly sorry. You deserve someone who is fully committed to you, and right now, I cannot be that person. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us to continue this relationship under these circumstances. Ending our engagement is the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make, but I believe it is the right thing to do. Please know that this decision was not made lightly, and it is filled with regret and sorrow for the pain it causes you. I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.