Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, her voice rising each time, as if years of pent-up frustration had finally reached their breaking point. “Do you really want to go through this? Maybe we can—” “No!” Her voice was firm and final. “I want to be free from you as soon as possible. You remind me of everything I have lost.” Something inside me twisted painfully, but I couldn’t name it. I grabbed the papers and looked at them. It felt weird, as if I was ending something I shouldn’t. Would I regret it if I went through with it? What if it was a mistake from the beginning?

"I can't stop you from leaving. I always thought this would happen. It's Ryan who wasn't meant to keep you." I rested against her shoulders in silence. The old woman had been the only shield I had in this house. With her around, Kate and Walker had kept their distance. Because of her, the place had somehow felt less cruel. And now, letting go meant leaving behind the one person here who had treated me as family. My voice was quiet. "I don't regret the divorce. I regret that I won't be here to care for you." Ruth studied me. "If he comes back to his senses and asks you to return, would you?"

"I went to see her once. She was living in a damp little rental apartment. She barely looked human anymore." Glen took another sip before continuing. "She told me the thing she regrets most isn't cheating. And it's not even choosing the wrong person at the wedding. "What she regrets most is comforting Vince back then for the sake of love…and then abandoning him later for the sake of her own interests. "She said she tried to hold on to both sides, but in the end, both men hated her. She ended up being the biggest joke of all." I gave a small, crooked smile. That did sound exactly like something Natasha would say.

“Shut up. What the hell do you mean I owe you? Are you delusional?” If we’re talking about who owes who, it’s definitely her! My emotions had been tossed around like a ball between her and that cheating ex I once called my husband. They both made a fool out of me. I wanted to find a wall and bang my head against it. I’d promised myself to leave the past behind, but since coming here, that seemed impossible. “You ruined me by making James break up with me!” she snapped, then laughed bitterly. “Well, at least it’s good to know you got dumped by him too.”

"It's something very important. I know I've made a big mistake to you, but please listen to me." I laughed sarcastically when he said that. I looked away, deliberately showing him I was disgusted. "Didn't you hear what I said? I don't want to see you here, Joenathan. Who invited you?" Joenathan looked somewhat stunned. Instead, he took one of my hands and looked at me very intensely. "I know you're very angry with me over our breakup. But I really want us to talk to each other, Kyle," Joenathan replied, trying to persuade me.

started Fred Senior, “you see, I wanted to apologize.” I was taken aback as he spoke the words. This is not what I was expecting. He continued. “I know if it weren’t for my, should we say, meddling, dear child, I’m not sure you and Fred would have married, and all this sorrow could have been avoided. I can see the sadness in both your eyes.” “No, it’s not your fault. I had loved Fred, and I don’t regret marrying him. It’s just unfortunate the way things have turned out,” I tried to reassure him, but deep down I knew some of his words were true.

"You're threatening to leave me over this?" "I'm not threatening anything. I'm stating what I need: a partner who's present, who's not living in the past, who can move forward instead of constantly looking backward at what he's lost." Her expression was sad now, disappointed. "And right now, Thomas, you're not that person." She left before I could respond, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she walked out of my house, out of the destruction I'd created, possibly out of my life. I stood in the middle of my wrecked living room, bleeding hand throbbing, expensive scotch warming in my grip, and felt something crack inside me.

My voice carried so much pain that even I barely recognized it. How many times had I told him I loved him? Countless times. I couldn’t even remember them anymore. “But what did he give me in return? Divorce papers. And words made it clear Sophia was the love of his life.” “Ariana…” Nathan paused. “You loved me all along. You could have… you could have simply said no when I filed for divorce.” His voice was filled with anguish, and it trembled slightly. I was stunned by the regret I heard in his voice. Did he regret divorcing me, the wife he had never truly wanted?

In every way I knew how—words, actions, threats against anyone who so much as looked at her wrong. And yet, every time, she looked at me like I was playing some long con. Can you blame her? The thought was bitter. I’d fucked up. Badly. The lies, the secrets, the way she walked away all those years ago without so much after hearing what I said to my mother—none of it was forgivable. But I’d burn the world down before I let her walk away again. My phone buzzed, shattering the silence. I snatched it up without glancing at the caller ID.

"There's no need for you to go through all this trouble. Besides, everyone saw how you've behaved these past few years. You know it yourself too. You know better than anyone whether I'll remarry you or not." It was obvious that she hadn't managed to convince my parents to help her out earlier. Her expression was troubled and grave. She muttered, "Alright, I'll admit that I was wrong. But I've learned my lesson now. During the time you were gone, I thought about you every day. The person I love the most is you. I guess you don't have any lingering attachment to our seven-year marriage, but I'm not that heartless." She covered her face and began to cry. "Every night, I think about you. Do you