روايات وقصص ضمن Regret Losing A Good Woman

But now he understood the damage he had inflicted was far deeper than any gesture could mend. Regret settled into his bones, heavy and permanent. He had lost the respect of his mother, alienated everyone who once stood by him, and driven away the only woman he had ever truly loved. And in her eyes, he was nothing more than a ghost of pain and mistakes—someone she wished to forget entirely.

A Harrington wife shouldn't be spending four nights a week in a smoke-filled VIP lounge. Losing the baby changed everything. I couldn’t help but sympathize with her. If the club was the only place she felt like herself again, I wasn’t going to ruin it for her. But that didn’t mean I’m okay with it. Every time she went, I was on edge.

The room still carried the faint scent of Elara's rose perfume, mingling with the lingering traces of their wild lovemaking from two nights ago. But the woman who belonged to that fragrance was gone. Too late... she's really gone, Mike thought, his sharp eyes staring blankly at the floor, filled with an overwhelming devastation. Another tear of regret slipped down and landed on the back of his hand. Mike let out a bitter laugh, a hollow sound that was painfully miserable. He stared at his own palm before murmuring into the silence. "Isn't this what you wanted, Mike? Haven't you spent the last two years praying for this selfish woman to disappear from your life? Then why... why does it feel l

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

I truly couldn't bear to leave these children who hadn't even had the chance to see the world once. I'd promised them. I'd take them away, to somewhere warm, to live. But I couldn't do anything. In despair, I felt my life draining away. And I thought of Cassian again. Of the heartless back of him carrying Hailey away without hesitation. Of the bone-deep disappointment and anger in that last look he gave me. If I died, would he grieve? I didn't know. Maybe he'd feel a brief regret at losing the wife he had in name only. Maybe he'd feel relief at finally being rid of a vicious woman like me.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Slowly he unfolded himself out of the car and stood in the middle of the road. He is feeling lonely and sad. He looked at the sky and felt like he is looking at his dead wife Mary Smith. "I made a mistake Mary. But my mistake extended your life for 18 years. If you ask me today, that if I regret my decision to sell Eva to raise money for your operation, then no. Even though I was guilty and sad since that day, I don't regret my decision. My mistake gave me 18 more years with you. If the lord above gives me another chance to redo that day, I wouldn't change a thing. People are calling me names Mary. But you don't feel bad about it. Because I deserve every single name they are throwing my way.

He was losing her. She turned and walked away. Defeat filtered inside him. Sadness drenched his soul. Today was the second time he’d lost her. He hadn’t given her a chance the first time around, and now she wasn’t willing to give him one. He followed her outside the stables and into the sunlight. He stood by the side for a long time, even after Jade got into Anthony’s car and drove away. His heart splintered. He’d lost the most precious thing that had ever happened to him. If only he’d valued her more when she’d been with him. If only he’d never let her go in the first place. If only… His eyes burned. He was paying the price of his decisions, of choosing his insecurities over her, and it was

Her voice choked in her throat, she said. “Dominic! I don't want to deceive you, I do these things because I love you so much, I want to lose your love again. I really regret it, I regret that I didn't marry you, I regret that I lost everything, I used to be a woman who had everything in her hands, money, fame, status, and all your love, but because I was so stupid, I lost everything, and now I don't want to lose anything, please forgive me, Dominic."

"You are the most calculating woman I have ever met, and I want you out of my sight before I say something we both regret. Don't think this night changes anything, it only makes me despise you more." ​I watched him walk toward the door, his shoulders tense and his rejection final, and I stayed there in the silence of the room that had never truly been ours, listening to his footsteps fade down the hallway. I looked at the ceiling and wondered why I had spent three years begging for scraps of affection from a man who genuinely believed I was a monster, and for the first time, the answer didn't matter because I knew I wasn't going to stay to hear it again.