Regret Novels & Stories

But regret wasn’t enough. Not this time.

About him telling the doctor I was unstable. “I lost a baby,” I said. And my voice broke. “And he used it to make me look crazy.” Tears were running down my face now. I didn’t wipe them. “I’m not perfect,” I said. “I stayed too long. I was scared. I loved him. That’s not a crime.” I looked straight into the lens. “David Blackham is a liar. And a criminal. And if you believe that 30 second clip, then he’s already won.”

Moved on. They’ve locked the door you once had a key to. And when you realize you’re standing on the outside, staring in at a world you once belonged to, something inside you collapses. That’s when regret shows up. And it stays. It camps in your mind, rewinding every moment. You keep wishing—begging—for a way to rewrite the past. To take back what you broke. To return to the version of yourself that didn’t ruin everything. That’s where I was right now. Stuck in the ache. Stuck in what-ifs.

if only. Shana's thoughts broke apart. She shook her head forcefully in an attempt to push the thoughts out of her mind. She clenched both of her fists and breathed deeply. Perhaps, someday, if she finds happiness once more...if her family and friends are willing to stand behind her...she might finally forget about her sorrows for the present. It all depended on if she could find happiness again. "You're spacing out, you know", said Dennis as he opened the balcony doors and stepped into the room.

What if she hurt him? What if she spins lies into my boy's head and turns him against me? I palmed my head as the thoughts ravaged my heart, my soul. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should not have lost my anger. I should have hung up immediately I agreed to donate my kidney. Wave after wave of regret coursed through me, and I didn't wipe the tears that dripped down my face. I maintained that position for a long while, losing myself in the maelstrom of emotions coursing through me.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really

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