One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

XENIA’S POV That night, I lit a small lamp and opened the windows in the study. Let the air move through the room. Let the silence stretch out. Then I whispered a quiet promise to the air, to the child beneath my hand, to the self I used to be: “You will not be forgotten.” And I believed it. ENDING SCENE REYNA’S POV They drew their line. And she didn’t cross it. She erased it. With every step forward.

Driven by alcohol, fueled by rage and despair , he barged into her room, his emotions spiraling over and despite her pleas, he vented it all on her, hurting her physically and emotionally. The next morning, he woke up, regret washing over him, and worse, Nadia's refusal to face him, was both a relief, yet dagger to his chest, even though he had no idea why he felt so much regret. He stood outside the bathroom door, his knuckles resting against the cool wood, his mind trying to recall what he really did the previous night, but everyone of them were vague.

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

I sighed inwardly, wondering why I expected her to give me normal, sane advice in the first place and then she left the office leaving me to my thoughts I just hope no drama happen this midnight Suddenly, my secondary phone vibrated, and when I looked, it was from a number I didn’t recognize. The message read, “Gonna be a night of regret, my pleasure.” I read it again but couldn’t grasp its meaning. Perhaps it’s just a spam message? I disregarded it, swiped to delete, and attempted to concentrate on my work, but the message kept echoing in my mind. Gonna be a night of regret?? What night could that possibly be?

The one thing he desired above all else now was the happiness he had once taken for granted and carelessly let slip through his fingers. He turned his head, his gaze drifting over every corner of his house. For a second, he could see her everywhere—on the couch, in the hallway, and beside the dining table. Each apparition of her was smiling and waving at him. However, they disappeared just as quickly as they appeared, leaving only the suffocating darkness behind, swallowing him whole. A wave of loneliness, regret, and heartache swept over him, drowning him in its depths.

“We ended up sleeping together. Twice. And she still kicked me out. I’ve never been so humiliated.” Greg stared. “Why are you laughing? That’s not funny!” Alex smirked. “Sorry, I know. It just reminded me of those old days when we used to throw girls out after one-night stands.” Greg laughed. “Yeah, except this time you were the one being tossed out.” “Exactly! The only thing missing was her slipping some cash into my hand,” Alex joked dryly. “But seriously, what went wrong? You’ve always had this charm no one could resist.”

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

Seeing her shoulders shake made him remember her words that he didn't contemplate on before. 'She was talking about being kidnapped. Did I really misunderstand her?' His eyes flicked to her tensed back. It was trembling and she was also rubbing her arms. Regret flooded in his veins as he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her face. "Listen, I'm sorry. I went too far." He spoke softly.

It was the first time he realized that the woman he liked and protected for years was nothing but a common gold digger. He pushed Sophie away and yelled at her with suppressed anger and pain. "Get out!" The police dragged the struggling woman out of the old Chilton Mansion. When the doors closed, Noel felt every ounce of energy pulled out of his body. He turned around in despair and met with a familiar pair of eyes. They belonged to Stella. He felt even more depressed at the sight of her. He opened his mouth to call out to her. "Stella…" She ignored him. Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly.