روايات وقصص ضمن Regret Losing A Good Woman

A mix of regret, fury, and wounded pride. “They’re all living so happily.” She ground her cigarette into the ashtray with force. “I can’t bear it. I regret everything I did. I regret marrying Gregory because he was my first love. I regret ever loving him. But what I will never regret…” her voice dropped into a venomous whisper, “…him leaving me.” The first woman sighed, shifting in her seat. “But you left on your own……” SLAM! The second woman’s fist hit the table, rattling the ashtray. Her eyes burned with the fire of a woman scorned and discarded.

“It seems like you’re not updated on this matter. Poor you. Don’t hope for that girl anymore. Because someone like you doesn’t come back. Are you regretting it now, huh?!” “Yes! Damn bitch! If you weren’t such a flirt, Evadne would still be here. I regret ever getting involved with you. You’re the curse in my life. Ever since you came, everything has gone downhill. I lost the position I’ve been dreaming of for so long. I lost the girl who deserves better than you!” “Still her? You’re so fucking. You used to enjoy what was happening between us. And now you’re regretting losing a worthless girl?”

"Come on madam, Mr. Myers is a very good man; I hope my child will also—” "No," I replied, cutting her off. She honestly had no idea what she was wishing for. A man who is going to leave her after a miscarriage and tell her not to cry because he is not sure he could be a good father to his child. One who would divorce her and engage another before her eyes. "Be careful what you wish for; I believe you have heard the saying 'there is more to what meets the eye,'" I said as I walked to the sink. "Yes, I know, but I am not wrong about Mr. Myers; he is everything a woman could want and —”

I could always see the happy smile on my mom's face. Some people even said that one could tell if a man was a good person or not by how his wife looked. Jane squinted her eyes and smiled. "Then I pray that if you fall in love with another man, he will definitely have to be a good man." "What about you?" I asked. Jane curved her lips and shook her head mysteriously. "I don't really care because... because I'm not such a good woman yourself!" After saying those words, she began laughing at herself.

"I know right. I really am sorry for what you're going through though, it's not easy when your feelings are a mess. But I can't help you, not right now." Sincerity shone in his emerald eyes as he stared at his friend. He really did want to help. He added. "Also, I really wish you'd find yourself a better woman. Everyone can come back from their mistakes, they can be restored, but that's only a figment of our imagination. Sometimes, that's just really who they are." Giovanni smiled softly. "I know. I really don't know what I want to confirm, I just want to... See her... Ask her why she did what she did with me back then, why she did it like it meant something."

Someone was calling me. I glanced at the screen, only for me to see it was the woman who had indirectly made me lose this deal. The woman I had sacrificed the contract for. The woman I had chosen over my own business — Her, Kristine Deaveraux.

Life continue. Yet his world felt still. Empty, cold and hurt. For the first time, success did not matter. Money meant nothing. Power felt useless. He would trade everything just to turn back time. He remembered her smile. He remembered her waiting with dinner. He remembered her silent tears. He remembered how he ignored all of it. Now every memory stabbed him. He finally understood that losing a good woman was not something a man ever recovered from easily. He turned away sharply. He needed to do something.

I don’t think about anyone except her, she's my whole world, and I lost her. Regret was a foreign thing to me once, it was something I believed belonged to weaker men, to those who failed to take what they wanted when it was within their reach. But now it sat in my chest like a slow, suffocating weight, tightening every time her name crossed my mind.

"I went to see her once. She was living in a damp little rental apartment. She barely looked human anymore." Glen took another sip before continuing. "She told me the thing she regrets most isn't cheating. And it's not even choosing the wrong person at the wedding. "What she regrets most is comforting Vince back then for the sake of love…and then abandoning him later for the sake of her own interests. "She said she tried to hold on to both sides, but in the end, both men hated her. She ended up being the biggest joke of all." I gave a small, crooked smile. That did sound exactly like something Natasha would say.

“I just… I wanted to see them. Just for a moment. I promise. I won’t—” “You won’t what?” she interrupted, sharper than she intended. “Use them as an excuse for your mistakes?” He flinched but nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. “I don’t expect forgiveness,” he said quietly. “Not yet. But I need you to know that I… I see what I lost. What I’ve been missing. And I don’t want to miss it any longer.” Ava’s heart refused to betray her with warmth. She shifted the twins slightly in her arms, protective, defensive. “You lost it five years ago,” she said steadily. “And every step since has been mine to take. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ve been standing still.”