Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

After all, he had betrayed me by hiding the reality of what his father had done and trying to trap me into a marriage that didn't even have to be done if not for that obsessed old man. We could probably make up for the incompatible relationship by continuing our friendship as it was initially. He didn't have to suffer such a horrible end, and I regretted our wasted chance to talk because of my feelings at the time. I still felt regret even though I knew it wasn't my fault. "I would be at peace if we only had good memories. But... this is the end." I took a breath that sounded like a sob, staring blankly at the front of the car, which was still raining heavily, and thinking of that man.

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

He needs to make her believe there is nothing between them because he won't ever be in love with someone else. "But it's too early to tell if either one of those two will work out. It might take a month before you decide whether or not you want to end things with Shana." Dennis nods in agreement. " I agree. Maybe someday you will regret letting her leave. It's not like you've been together for years. You should stay together longer to find something you can live well with." "Yeah..." Dennis agreed and looked at his food again. He didn't want to talk anymore.

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

Bryce lowered his eyes faintly, his curled eyelashes blocked the deep emotion in his eyes. He stared at my slender neck, and for a moment, he wished he could break my neck. This woman made his life a joke. "I only trust my eyes!" He said firmly. I looked away in embarrassment, as if a big hole had been dug in my heart. If I hadn't gone to the class reunion that day and hadn't drank that glass of wine... I wouldn't have ended up like this. But if it's just if, the thing has already happened, no matter how many times I regret it, it won't help.

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

Before I left, I met Ivy one last time. “Julian, I know I was wrong. Can we go back to how things were?” Standing there, heavily pregnant with teary eyes, she begged me to remarry her. Never had I ever seen her humbled herself like this before. Perhaps, she truly regretted it. Alas, it was all too late. Forcing myself to stay calm and hold my temper, I said, “You’re carrying another man’s child. How am I supposed to marry you? You don’t really think I’m foolish enough to be someone else’s fall guy, do you?”

“Is it really too late? Divorced… for real?” Each word he forced himself to say felt heavy in his mouth, like something solid and painful that refused to pass easily. The finality of it pressed down on him in a way no business failure or public scandal ever had. This was not a deal he could renegotiate. Not a contract he could restructure. It was personal, irreversible, and entirely his fault. He did not hear the quick footsteps approaching until a small shadow fell across him. “Divorced?” The word was soft, trembling.

I took a step backward when he tried to approach me. "Was it the reason why you broke up with me? Harper, that's unfair. I get to decide whether I'll leave or sta-" "It's not the reason." Using my trembling fist I wiped off the tears that started to stream down my pale cheeks. "I broke up with you because I realized how much time I wasted because of you. I could've done so many things hadn't you kept nagging me. I could've reached a lot of dreams hadn't you kept pulling me back, hadn't you kept interfering. If only you weren't there. If only I never met you from the very beginning. Then maybe I could've done so much before I die. At least I could have died with no regrets."

I knew that there was no way I would not cry if he kept on talking about our breakup. “I'm sorry I broke up with you that way,” he started, and I felt my heart stop beating instantly, knowing that he regretted all his actions, but what I didn't expect was that his next word would shatter my pride. I feel like he wanted us to get together, but I knew that wouldn't be possible since he is going to die soon and I would be the cause of his death, which you don't want.