Make Her Regret Losing You Novels & Stories

Her voice began to break. “B—” Anger was taking over my very core. She interrupted, her eyes wide but still fixed on me. “I regret the day I first met you at the café. I regret the day my heart first leaped for you. I regret signing that contract. I regret every moment I ever wished to be in your arms.” Her words dragged me to the depths of hell. “I hate you. And I can never love a monster like you.” Her chest heaved. I finally discerned the feeling—it was fear of losing her.

If I could go back in time, I would never let go of your hand, so that we could be together and face everything together like we used to. Please, do not resent me for making this horrible mistake. I would do anything to make it up to you once you got back. Don't give up on me, don't give up on us." I poured my heart out on this letter, words could not describe my regret. I couldn't stand the thought of losing her. I thought I could be with Kaia and she should be enough, but the last few weeks told me that I couldn't. Without her, everything was out of order. I needed her back to put everything in place again. I just hoped that she would forget me for my mistakes.

"How did she brainwash you? This isn't like you at all." "In ways you'll never understand," I replied casually, examining my nails with feigned boredom. The dismissive gesture clearly infuriated her, which only made my smile more vicious. She shot me a fierce look, her eyes blazing with hatred that she didn't bother to hide. "You think you've won something? You think this changes anything?" "I think," I started slowly, savoring each word, "You’ve lost everything." "You'll regret this!" She pointed between us with a trembling finger. "Both of you will regret this!"

She nodded, her gaze fixed on the amber liquid in her cup. “Yes.” Her eyes widened. “You answered that fast.” “Because it is obvious.” She was quiet for a moment, processing. “That does not make me happy,” she finally said. “It should.” “No.” “Why not?” She looked up at me, and I saw the complexity in her expression, the kindness she extended even to those who’d hurt her. “Because if he regrets it now, then he never really understood what he lost.” I studied her carefully. Few women would think that way about a man who’d abandoned them.

“Tried to kill my child. There’s no coming back from that.” “I know.” Her voice is small. “I just… I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret because of me.” Something breaks loose in my chest. “Regret?” I stare at her. “The only thing I regret is not seeing this coming sooner.” “That’s not what I meant” “I know what you meant.” I step back, running a hand through my hair. “You think I’m going to lose myself over this. That I’ll become something worse.” She doesn’t deny it.

"One day, you’ll regret saying this to me. You’ll regret turning me away." Cassia arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Oh, really? Then why does it seem like you’re the one regretting losing me?" she asked, her words leaving him speechless.

And all I can do is watch. She doesn’t look back. She doesn’t hesitate. And for the first time since I left her, I feel it. The unbearable feeling of regret. Because maybe—just maybe—I’ve lost her forever. And guess what? It’s all my fault. I have nobody to blame but myself.

He was losing her. She turned and walked away. Defeat filtered inside him. Sadness drenched his soul. Today was the second time he’d lost her. He hadn’t given her a chance the first time around, and now she wasn’t willing to give him one. He followed her outside the stables and into the sunlight. He stood by the side for a long time, even after Jade got into Anthony’s car and drove away. His heart splintered. He’d lost the most precious thing that had ever happened to him. If only he’d valued her more when she’d been with him. If only he’d never let her go in the first place. If only… His eyes burned. He was paying the price of his decisions, of choosing his insecurities over her, and it was

"I don't expect forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know that failing you is my biggest regret. Not because of the job or the company, but because you're one of the few people in this world I truly respect." Seth stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough. "Go home, Paige." She nodded, understanding the dismissal. As she turned to leave, Isabella stepped forward. "Let me call you a ride—" "No," Paige said quickly, wiping her eyes. "I need to walk. Clear my head." They watched her disappear, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "Seth," Isabella said quietly. "She made a terrible mistake, but—"

Zachary broke down as he rushed over, wailing, "That's my daughter. Griselda has been living like a beggar for her whole life. She didn't even get the chance to call me Dad. She was only eighteen and died such a gruesome death…" While everyone still focused on him, he punched himself in a show of guilt. "It was all my fault. I failed to recognize you and caused you to suffer for more than a decade. I'll accompany you in your death right now!" A few people surged forward quickly to stop him. Zachary cried till his knees went weak. He only managed to stand up after two burly men helped him up. My calmness made me look downright evil in the face of his devastation. "Daisy is heartless. She didn