Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

I have always been strong and able to handle anything, so it makes no sense that now of all times, is when I crumble. “Because you lost two years of your life and your marriage without knowing you didn’t have to…. Two years of everything…. because of misunderstandings. I think you’re grieving the loss now you know you made choices that weren’t based on fact. Maybe regret….remorse… what you lost. Who knows? And you haven't dealt with anything related to your family and what happened, the deeper relationships,….all of you sort of glossed over the past because you were all wrapped up in the happiness of getting back together. Of them finding you again. All of you. I think you have so much you

A flicker of the old unworthiness threatened to resurface. "Not in the way you're thinking," Asher shook his head, reaching over to grasp her hand, which lay slightly curled on the tabletop. "I regret that, when we broke up, I wasn't firmer in telling you how much I loved you. I regret not giving you enough confidence, not making you believe we could face all your worries and fears together. I also regret... that I so easily believed the possibility that you had changed your heart, that you didn't like me anymore. I should have understood you better, trusted our feelings more." His regret was not about loving her, but about not loving her more effectively, not fighting for them with everythi

“I know, babe. And you have every right to be angry. But do you really think Adrian doesn’t regret it? That he doesn’t wake up every single day wishing he could take it all back?” “He might regret it all. But regret doesn’t change what happened.” “No, but it does mean he’s trying. That has to count for something.” I looked away, my throat tight. “I don’t know how to let go of it.” Trish reached across the bed, grabbing my hand. “Then let him help you.” I stared down at our hands, my mind swirled with a lot of questions and worries. “What if I let him back in and he breaks me again?”

I wanted to argue but part of me knew he had a point, what if I ended things now and Christopher actually followed through, what if I gave up right when he was finally ready? How much more time though? My voice was tired. How many more months before I'm allowed to admit it's not going to happen? I don't know, but I know you'll regret it if you don't at least give him a chance to prove he meant what he said. Mitchell stood and grabbed her jacket. Just think about it before you send that breakup text, okay? After she left I sat with my phone in my hand, Christopher's contact still pulled up, and I still couldn't type the words that would end it. Mitchell was right about one thing, I would regr

“I regret everything, Kelly.” I clenched my jaw. “I regret what I did,” he continued. “I regret… leaving you. I regret the things I can never take back.” A part of me wanted to believe him. A part of me wanted to scream at him that sorry wasn’t enough. That no amount of regret could fix what had already been broken. But the truth was…I didn’t care anymore. His regrets didn’t change the past. And I refused to let them control my future. So, instead of answering, I took a step back.

“Talk about what? How you shattered my trust? How you chose someone else over me? There’s nothing to talk about.” “People make mistakes,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’ve made mine, and I’m paying for it. But I never stopped loving you.” “You stopped loving me the moment you walked out that door,” Brandon retorted. “You made your choice, and now you have to live with it.” Penelope’s tears fell silently, her hands trembling as she reached for her wine glass. “You don’t know how much I regret it. Every single day, Brandon.” Brandon leaned back, crossing his arms. “Regret doesn’t change the past. It doesn’t undo the hurt.”

That's why, if I could go back to where we were still okay, I would treat him right—so damn right that he wouldn't think of getting away from me and regret choosing me. "If I were him, I would regret dating you," he spoke again. "When I asked him if he regretted everything, he answered no. I asked him why. Do you know what he answered? Because he was happy when you were still together. His reason was so shallow, wasn't it? He also said that all relationships lead to breaking up, so that's okay. He dated you because he loved you; he didn't regret doing so. The only thing he regretted was that he fell so deep that he didn't know how to come up anymore. He also said that he regretted depending

Alice responded. Ads by Pubfuture "Sometimes because of trust issues, and others are not willing to give a second chance, and they ended up regretting on their past judgment, but it was already too late. I am not saying you are going to regret your decision, and I am just hoping you will not have any regrets in the future because I care about you, and I don't want you to be miserable." She said, and I smiled at her. "I understand what you mean, Al, and do you know I hated myself right now because I don't like that Ashton didn't even say hi to me after I broke up with him?" I asked her, and she nodded her head.

“So that is it? You are throwing away everything we have because some guy fucks you better?” I stared at the floor because I could not look at him. “Yes. I am sorry, but yes. I am ending this, James. I cannot marry you. I need to be honest with myself, even if it makes me the worst person in the world.” The breakup was ugly and painful. James cried. He begged. He asked if there was any way we could fix it. But in the end, he accepted it with a broken voice that I will never forget. I packed a small bag and left the penthouse while he sat on the couch staring at nothing. My hands were shaking the entire ride to Collins’ apartment. I had just destroyed my perfect life for a man I had only fuck

A lot of them went the adoption or surrogate route, and while they loved being mothers, it still felt like they were missing something. Arianna paused to accept the tissues Pierce offered. “Reggie and I began being less careful in the bedroom. You know, when someone says you can’t do something, you want to do everything you can to prove them wrong. All of a sudden, a timeline didn’t mean a damn. A year passed...nothing. I sat Reggie down, and I suggested we end things. He didn’t want to. He said we could work it out, but I didn’t see how we could. Not when he spoke so excitedly about having his own children one day with me. He agreed to break up. He made it perfectly clear that he did not wa