One Night Of Regret 소설 & 이야기

Come in. The door creaked open, and one of our loyal warriors stood in the doorway, his expression solemn and determined. His presence reminded us of our challenges, even in this moment of joy and relief. “Luna Isla," he began, his voice heavy with regret and urgency. "Please forgive me for interrupting, but I have bad news." My heart skipped a beat as I exchanged glances with my mother, a sense of foreboding settling over us. "What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of concern and apprehension.

“Wendy, I know this is my fault. The child is mine, and I can’t just walk away. You’re also aware that even after all these years, you still haven’t gotten pregnant. I was wrong, but you should bear some responsibility too. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” Inside, I sneered. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that? If you truly want to make it up to me, bring me the pill.” Clayton clenched his jaw and swore with all his heart. “Wendy, I swear this is the last time. If it ever happens again, may I be left penniless and reduced to nothing.” He had no idea that he was out of chances. I held the last regret pill in my hand, though I did not take it in front of him.

When I allow myself to indulge in the tragic events, envy, hatred, regret, and confusion implant themselves in the depths of my soul, turning my heart to stone and reminding me that I don’t deserve to be happy. Especially with Quenten Yilmaz. I place my hands over my grumbling stomach as I watch the nightlife of the city pass us by, through the tinted window. Dinner was cut short after the chaos that ensued when I followed Regan to the women’s restroom. When I walked through the door, Regan was standing in front of the large mirror, staring at her reflection with a blank expression on her face and her mind elsewhere. With gentle care, I approached her and offered her a warm, rolled cotton ha

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

“Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.” One by one, I pried his fingers off my arm. With each finger released, it felt like I was untangling the last of what had once bound us together. “Stop holding on, Silas. You married me out of obligation, and I’ve let you go. Let’s part ways peacefully.” When the last of his fingers slipped free, he collapsed onto the couch, his hands limp at his sides. He buried his face in his hands, his voice breaking as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His voice brightened with desperate hope. "Then let me talk. Please. I sent Vivian away. I sent Luca away. I know I made mistakes. I know I hurt you. But I'm begging you, Sophia. Give me one more chance." "We can go back to how we were. I came here today to take you home." I pulled my wrist free. Stepped back. "Take me home? To what, Vincent? To watch you crawl into bed with Vivian again?" His face crumpled.

“I canceled the first one because a meeting ran late. I told myself I would make it up the next week. The second one I sent a quick message saying I would be late and then never showed up. I stayed at the office until after midnight. The third one I forgot to even tell her it was off. I let those nights disappear like they were nothing. But they were not nothing to her. They were the one steady thing she had asked for and I took them away without thinking twice. Each time I chose something else. Each time I told myself it was just one night. They added up. They broke something in her and I did not see it until it was too late.” His fingers pressed lightly against the table edge. The regret t

The man who had once looked at me with nothing but resentment was breaking right in front of me. “If only I hadn't been so stupid. If only I haven’t let you go and…” he voice broke more. And in some quiet corner of my heart, I believed him. That the regret was real. He had finally arrived at a reckoning—too late. But regret didn’t erase what he had done. It didn’t change what he was doing now.

I thought he liked me from that night, but it turns out. She regretted it in her heart, her hands covering her face, regretting that she had given her body to Leon. The memories of spooning and the hot shower now felt like a big mistake. Tears slowly fell, the R&B music that was still playing felt like a mockery. She turned off the speakers, lay curled up on the bed, her heart aching but silent, the secret of that night becoming heavier for her. ***

Alex looked down at his cuffed hands and exhaled shakily. “The only thing I regret,” he said, “is watching you walk away from me. I regret not chasing after you that night. I regret not listening when you cried. When you were sick. I regret not choosing you… when all you ever did was choose me. I regret failing you, failing our marriage, failing everything we could have been.” His voice cracked faintly at the edges. “That is my regret. The only one.” Amara’s breath stilled. For a second, just one brief second, the sincerity in his voice hit her. Hard. She hadn’t expected it.