Regretful Novels & Stories

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.

"I wish I hadn't done any of it. I don't like who I was back then. I regret what I did to you." "It's easy to regret." Angela said, "Regret is what you feel when you think about your mistakes from a safe distance." "It's not easy for me." Alex sighed. "It's been the hardest thing for me to deal with. What I did to you. How I hurt you."

Chateau remained silent, trying to digest Amber’s words, but it seemed like it was still too raw to fully understand without further explanation from Amber. “Chateau, you may not have mentioned who you meant, but I’ll clarify my words so you can understand who that person is.” Amber paused, then stared into Chateau’s eyes deeply. “Not everyone in this world hates their past because they don’t regret what they did back then. The past can’t be changed, and time can’t go backward, that’s why... regret exists. Those who carry deep regret from their past or very painful memories are more likely to hate their past because they know... that dark past can never be undone.”

Regret washes over his face, etching lines of sorrow and remorse. "You're right, Nora. You were never meant to be caught in the crossfire of our rivalry," Jay admits, his voice filled with regret. "I should have protected you, shielded you from the pain and the choices that were forced upon you." Nora gazes at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. The regret in Jay's expression mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart. "I never wanted any of this," Nora whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to be a pawn in your family's feud. I just wanted to live my own life, make my own choices."

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

Everyone who had spoken earlier now bitterly regretted it—wishing they could bite off their tongues. Charlie’s tone turned frosty. “Morton, I think you’d better call the chairman again. You owe him an apology.” Morton’s face flushed dark red, like overcooked liver. He was saved only by another incoming call on Charlie’s phone. His expression changed when he saw the caller. For a fleeting second, there was pain in his eyes—then tenderness.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

He looked like a stray dog, cast out and utterly lost. “What if I said I’ll change?” He raised his head, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “I can be better to you. I can be a good father to Yael. I’ll take him out and spend time with him. We can start over. We can be a family again.” So, he knew all along that he had been wrong. He knew the hurt he inflicted on us but justified it because of the love we once gave so freely. But now?

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

And o- "I'm sorry!" He muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like a curse word. Mike battled nerves, and himself. "Jesus Christ, Clara.. I'm so sorry! I don't want to do this, I don't want to apologize to you in a fucking parking lot or through the open space of a car's window, but there's...just no better place, no better way to tell you that I've been miserable since the day you walked out of my life and it haunts me every night!" His voice broke mid-word, mid-sentence, and the tears I thought I couldn't cry were knocking at the back of my eye sockets.