Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

She couldn't leave Andrew. However, Vivien hears Lucy's voice on the phone call. Lucy said: "Well, I think the same thing. I'm packing my bags right now." Vivien:... ??? Vivien cannot believe it. "Are you serious?" Lucy picked a couple of clothes and placed them in her suitcase. "Yes, I am. I don't want to engage with him anymore." Vivien cannot believe it, "Really?" Vivien knows that even if Lucy left now, she might regret it soon and come back to Andrew a couple of hours later. Like what Lucy has done several times before.

“Revenge? For what? It’s pretty clear you’re the one who messed up, Alex. If anything, you should be trying to get closer to her and make things right, not push her further away. What kind of revenge are you even talking about?” Alex hesitated, then said, “I thought she moved on. She had a kid with someone else, and she’s been going on dates. I guess… jealousy got the better of me.” Greg let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Your ego is going to destroy you if you don’t learn to control it. Not every thought that pops into your head is a good one, Alex. So, what changed your mind? Why the sudden regret?” “I saw her son today,” Alex said quietly.

"What now, Reggie?" "Well... The man has confessed to carrying out the blast and new charges are piling up against him. But that's not important. I'm sure sir will make sure he regrets every bit of it until justice is done to the affected innocent children and their parents. What I am really worried about is... Him." Reggie said gloomily. "W-why?" "Ma'am," Reggie sounded reluctant as though he wasn't permitted to talk about this. "After the divorce and your miscarriage, sir blamed himself for many things. He was in a complicated state and the regret had reached its peak. The death of your baby took a toll on him.

I knew Cooper Group needed Weber Group's help, and they wouldn't give up so easily, so I tried to soothe her. "Marriage and dating are two different things, and there are cultural differences between them. It's better to let them be. Eventually, their feelings will fade, and they'll part naturally. They're in love now. The more we interfere, the stronger their bond grows. It's better to let things take their course." "You're right. I was overthinking," Erin agreed. She didn't want to clash with Jenna. Hearing me say that, she naturally assumed I'd wait for Jenna and Simon to split.

I know you must have had a lot of regret, despite me telling you I've forgiven you. It was like a big bomb that was just bring dropped! Lily roared out in anger.."I have no regrets!" "Wait, Mr Cambridge, you are presently married to this young lady? And you confidently talk about your heart skipping a bit. Geez, you are a proud flirt aren't you. Ha ha!" Richard said, then smiled at his daughter. "This is an interesting story." "I don't think this child should be listening to adult stories like this." Maria said at last after being silent for so long.

I was aware that if he continued to talk about our breakup, I would cry. He said, "I'm sorry I broke up with you that way," and I instantly felt my heart stop beating since I knew he regretted all he had done. However, I didn't anticipate that his next statement would crush my pride. He seemed to want us to get together, but I knew it wouldn't be possible since I wouldn't want to be the reason for his untimely death, which is what happens when someone you love dies.

Our pride and ego entangled with one another because no one is willing to compromise, heavy words and false accusations were said, and maybe if we hadn't broken up, we already cross out all the hurtful things in the list as we simultaneously inflict it all to each other. That's why in the end, I am happy that I was finally free. I didn't t have any regrets after all. If we didn't fall apart, we will destroy our own lives and ourselves just to make the relationship work. We’ll lose ourselves just to save the relationship. It's not worth it. The break-up was a blessing in disguise. A life-saver from further self-wrecking situations. I never knew I needed that kind of saving.

“Are you sure this isn’t because you’re still thinking about Keegan? That maybe… You regret that divorce?” My hands freeze from brushing the rim of my glass. Regret? Of course not. To be honest, it did cross my mind more than once. But it isn’t for the same reason as he or the other might think. No, I don’t regret leaving Keegan. It just temporarily feels empty after having to let go of what I have been holding on to for so long. I’m more of a sad regret. I know better than that. So, I say honestly with firmness in my tone as I shake my head. “No, I don’t regret it, and I’ll never will.”

"You chose to destroy me." "I know." His forehead drops against mine. "I know. And I'll regret it until the day I die." "Regret doesn't fix anything." "No. It doesn't." His breath ghosts across my lips. "But maybe this is a start." "This isn't. . ." "Tell me you don't feel it." His voice drops lower. Rougher. "Tell me the bond doesn't burn every time we're close. Tell me you don't remember what it felt like before I broke it."

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.