Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

He could not believe how I had struggled through sickness alone, waiting for a wedding day that would never come, until my heart was so broken I had to leave. Then, as a spirit, I found it hard to remember that pain. It did not seem to matter anymore. However, Becky was still trying to say she was sorry, her tears falling fast. "I'm sorry, Ellison. I didn't mean to... I just loved you so much, I wanted you to stay with me," she sobbed. However, Ellison was not moved by her tears this time. Right then, Mom and Dad came home. Becky ran to them, hoping they would help her.

“Because even though I hated how you treated me, I understood where you were coming from. It wasn’t intentional on my part, but fact is, I slept with your boyfriend. The guy you loved. You had a right to be angry. You had right to hate me. Your emotions towards me were valid given I loved and wanted him even knowing he was taken. I was young and immature, but that’s not an excuse. I should have been better. I should have done better… and that will always be my biggest regret.” I squeeze her hand. Needing an anchor to tie me to the present. To stop me from drowning in a sea of loss and pain. “I’m sorry, Emma. More than you know. I look at everything and I wonder if things would have been bett

Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes. “I still can’t believe it, Mom. Sharon left me. She tore our marriage certificate and wrote a letter that broke my heart. She said she doesn’t love me anymore.” “From the beginning, Mom and Dad told you Sharon wasn’t a good woman. She thought marrying you would make her rich. Stop wasting your tears on that cheap woman! She’s not worth your tears.” Bruce pursed his lips, holding back the tightly wound pounding in his heart. He closed his eyes, remembering the face of Sharon that he used to look at before sleeping. But now, that face left a deep scar in his heart. Sharon ruined his life.

“Jen, I’m so sorry I did all of this to you. If I had known this would have been the outcome all along, I wouldn’t have done it. We would have moved out here together, and we both would have been happy, and none of this shit would have happened.” “Greg, it’s all in the past now. There’s no way you would have known you were being manipulated back then. I think us breaking up back then was probably the right thing for us to do. Look how amazing your riding turned out to be, and look at everything you have accomplished. I’ve grown a stronger backbone; I am doing what I wanted to do for a long time, and I’m doing it earlier than expected. Do you think we would be where we are right now if we had

I reminded her. "I know," she drags in a ragged breath. "Just like you, I have someone I regret leaving, the guilt was eating me alive even years after breakup. I thought I needed a break from work to get it together and I could see mom too. But coming back here and seeing how things were between you and Bella, it reminded me so much of him, you know," and then she looks at me and forced a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "But I guess that's how life is, you lose some and win some," she says, her voice distant.

He breathed out, already regretting what he's just done. What was he thinking? He was frustrated that they failed their last two matches but why did it have to come in between him and his wife. He immediately vacate out of the kitchen, not wanting to see her falling apart for he can't take it. They both need this space but why divorce?! He grip his head and kept walking down the curb with regret pouring from every pore of his being. This was not in his plans...

I longed for divorce and I would get it. “I don't care that you tore up those papers, I'll get new ones, but you put the idea of divorce in my head, and now, I want a divorce Bill. Your actions have consequences, and your coldness has frozen my heart enough that I don't want to be with you anymore.” “Don't say words you'll regret, woman!”. “I would never regret speaking the truth, but you know what I regret?” I started up the stairs quickly. “That I didn't think about divorce sooner! I regret not messing with Brandon for real!”

“There’s no place for you in my future.” The color drained from Kaelen’s face. “Is there… not even a small chance?” “None,” I said, my voice sharp and final. “The bond is broken. It can’t be mended. This isn’t a business deal you can renegotiate after a loss. Some things, once shattered, stay that way.” “Your regret is your own cross to bear. It has nothing to do with me.” I gave him one last look. “Kaelen, let it go.”

I paused, my hand on the door handle, and looked back at him one last time. “No,” I said. “The only thing I regret is wasting two years on someone who never deserved me.” Then I walked out. With a broken heart. And trust I knew would take a long time to fix. The days that followed were slow and heavy. I barely left my room. I cried until my eyes hurt and my chest felt tight, like it was hard to breathe. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything over and over, trying to find where I went wrong.

Every second since our breakup comes back to me, every mistake, every broken promise, every cruel or absent word… I looked for her everywhere, I thought that one day she would come back to me, but now, I see that she is far away, out of my reach, protected by a love I cannot undo. — Clara… I… I'm sorry… so sorry, I finally say, my voice trembling despite myself. I never stopped thinking about you, and… I regret everything. Every mistake, every absence… I tried to find you… and seeing you here… it's… My throat tightens, and I can add nothing. My hands tremble, my eyes search for a sign of acceptance, but I understand that nothing I say can erase what I have lost. She is strong, sovereign, and