One Regret Is Enough Novels & Stories

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

Remo interrupted, "You can say the words. It won't kill you. You already did the hard part." I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they’d crack, "If you’re waiting for me to say sorry, or for some look of regret, keep waiting. You won't find it. I don’t regret it. I’ll never regret it. If I had to go back, I would’ve done it sooner... before you were even old enough to remember her face. You think you can live with that? Because that’s the man who’s sitting in front of you." Remo shrugged, a cold movement, "I’ve been living with the shit you and her threw at me my whole life. What’s one more body on the pile?"

"Babe, there's an emergency at work. I—" "Ah. Go ahead," I cut him off, my voice indifferent. He didn't notice the displeasure in my tone. Eager to meet the other woman, he hurriedly changed out of his loungewear and into a suit. He then grabbed his briefcase and rushed out. Silence filled the room. Cold, hard-boiled eggs sat on the plate, and the oatmeal congealed, neither touched. I finally stood up and scraped them into the trash. Pouring myself a glass of warm water, I stirred in some honey and drank it.

Like if he breathed too hard, we’d collapse into each other. “I’d give everything to undo it,” he said. “One night. One mistake. I don’t even remember her face. But I remember yours. Every look you ever gave me. Every time you made me feel like I was enough.” “You weren’t.” He nodded, accepting it. “But I want to be.” My voice cracked. “You can’t just fix us because you regret it. That’s not how trust works.” “I know.” He looked like he was in pain—real pain. Not the burn on his arm. The kind that eats you from the inside.

“How many people do you think we can love in our lifetime? If you don’t do your best, I am sure all you get is regret, pain, and memories in the end.” Regret, pain, and memories—three words that were the best portrayal of her state of mind right now. The feelings were obvious, profound, and vivid.

Regret flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned urgent. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It's my fault, Mari! I know all of this happened because I was reckless! I won't do it again, so please, forgive me this one time." A wave of helplessness washed over Maria. She was afraid he would lose sight, too. However, she knew Richard would never change. He would always charge ahead on his own. She shook his hand off and looked straight at him. "Do you know how I felt when I sent Eleanor away and watched her pay for what she did? I was not just happy, but I was lost too. If she has paid for what she did, what about you?

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.

“Don’t you dare say you loved me.” He sharply inhaled. “You don’t destroy someone you love,” I whispered, my whole body quivering in intense emotions. “You don’t make them feel like they were never enough.” Damian’s expression crumpled, and for the first time, I saw regret in his eyes. Real, painful regret. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Fuck. I’m sorry…” I felt my throat tighten, my breath catching painfully. I wanted to scream, to break something, to hurt him. But doing any of those wouldn’t change a single thing.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

The next second, Noel's car experienced a strong impact, and the car window’s shards flew everywhere. Blood gushed out from him like a fountain. He felt emptiness before the intense pain came. Before Noel lost consciousness, he used the last of his energy to yank off the necklace around his neck. A song was still playing in his car, which had been crushed to pieces. It sang, "I had you before. It pains me so much now." Stella found out about Noel's accident eight hours later.