Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

She immediately became worried that he might think that she was only trying to poke nose into his personal business with her question and that was most definitely not the case. "Just so you know, not every breakup is a bad thing. Sometimes people need to break up and take time apart from each other in order to just get themselves back together and also, you know, be much happier. If you really heard what we were talking about, you should have realised that our relationship was not exactly very normal and my breakup with her is not something that hurts me or makes me feel sad. I do feel remorseful because I could have avoided all of this but I'm most definitely not sad about it," he responded

Surely it wouldn’t be because I was happy to hear that my ex wants me back. “I know you are mad at me right now but the truth is that I haven’t been able to forget you all these whiles, Veronica. I thought of you every single day and every single time. I regretted my actions...I have regretted breaking up with you every single moment ever since you left. Now I know better and I promise to treat you better now. I promise to never take your love for granted now. Let’s get back together...”

"The best for both of us is to move on. You can't fix what is broken." A couple of hours later, we both can barely walk. So I decide to make my way back home. I drop down on my couch, and I take my phone out. Nothing. No text. No call. Nothing. So I decided to text her instead. "Mekayla. I think we both made a big mistake by letting our feelings get involved at such a vulnerable time. We were not thinking clearly; I was not thinking clearly. Whether we both really meant it or not, we will never know. How much of it was right, I don't know. What is real is the pain. The heartache is real too. But most of all, the regret, that is definitely real. I chose to walk the path with you, but I did no

I thought that maybe seeing him would make me feel tingly or all fuzzy and warm inside or maybe feel pain but all I feel right now is regret. My biggest regret is that I wasted time with someone who barely even knew me. He didn't even bother to ask what my hobbies were or anything like that. If asked, I'd say Blake Dawson is selfish. All he cares about is himself. He's selfish and he is two-faced. I am glad I don't have to be part of his life anymore. I don't know why my eyes are watery, but I can truthfully say that I am not crying because we broke up, I got done with that phase. I am crying because I have been set free. Free from all the lies and hurt. When I remember how much pain I went

“What do I have to do to convince you that the past won’t repeat itself? We have kids now, and everything has changed. I wouldn’t put them through something like that.” She was silent. “I know you have every right to say you don’t trust me or you’re scared of giving me a second chance, but please, don’t let my past mistakes define what we could have now.” “Why do you keep on fighting for me? Even when I am with other men? Why haven’t you given up on me after so many years?” That was an easy question. “I tried to date other people, but I always looked for you in them. I fumbled badly and the divorce was the biggest regret of my life. You’re so special Valerie and I can’t see myself with anyon

"Ethan, I know it's too late for anything I say now. But I really do regret it. Every day, I think about it—if only I hadn't said you were just 'easygoing' at that party. If only I'd run after you. If only I hadn't deleted the photo wall. If only I'd noticed how much you were hurting sooner..." Her voice broke apart toward the end. "Would we still be together right now?" I looked out at the snowfield in the distance and said quietly, "Olivia. There are no 'if onlys.'" The line went silent. I went on. "You didn't break me all at once. You broke me piece by piece, over and over. And I didn't fall out of love overnight. It was a slow accumulation of disappointment, one letdown after another. So

“Rehashing everything? Asking questions I might not be ready for? What if… some things are better left alone?” Anna shot me a knowing look. “That’s just it, though. You can’t ignore it forever. You and James—you’re bound to discuss it eventually. It’s either that or you keep doing this dance where you pretend the breakup didn’t tear you both apart.” I exhaled slowly, staring into my wine glass. “I just… I need time. That’s all. Time to figure out my feelings. Time to make sure that whatever comes next, I won’t regret it.”

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

I didn’t mean to bring the past up but what if something like that happened again? “Look Gwen, I know I should not…..no, I shouldn’t have done that to you. It wasn’t right for me to do but back then I thought I had everything at my disposal, I thought I wouldn’t mind sending you out without our daughter. I thought I was punishing you not knowing I was also punishing myself. I should have at least considered your feelings before doing those shits and am deeply sorry for it. I hurt you, I know that but I want you to forgive me, I need you to forgive me.”

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.