One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

I nodded, didn't even glance back as we walked off together. Their chaos faded behind us. Yeah—I'd finally won. *** Time flew. Our kid was already toddling around. That afternoon, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the study. I drifted off in the rocking chair. In my dream, I was back in that old nightmare of a life. I saw Shelby—mute for years after Briana's wedding stunt—his eyes blazing red when he found out I'd died. The second he learned it was from domestic abuse, he snapped.

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

The night at that party when I had met Callum. "I regret everything," I mumbled to myself despite the soft music playing in the bar, my eyes stinging with tears but my hands balling into fists with anger. "I regret going to that party. I regret sleeping with Callum under the effects of that aphrodisiac. I regret having to marry him and giving up my career to build a life with him." A single tear dropped from my left eye but I quickly used the back of my hand to wipe it off, sniffling silently.

Not our divorce. His regret.

And his gaze is full of regret. Regret from bringing me back? Regret from even talking to me? From remembering? From trying to be with me at all? I don’t know. But I guess I’ll find out soon enough. * * My first night back is awful. Not a single wink of sleep, for the second night in a row. Only this time, I’m tired and desperate for even five minutes of rest. I can’t help but just think of everything. The memories, what it all means. Whether I’m justified being this angry with Roman in the first place.

"Wanna get laid?" "RuNE…" "We won't remember. We are both high." She swallowed. "I'll lock my door now, and we'll forget this happened." He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. That too." But thirty minutes later, he was deep in her sheath, merging sweat and bodies and ecstasy they never imagined they could get from each other. Hours later, as they listened to their silence in the darkness, he laughed, "We'll regret tomorrow, won't we?" She shifted so her back faced him, shutting her eyes. The regret was presently at work. What the hell had she done?!

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.