Regretful Poems Novels & Stories

she whispered to herself. No one answered. Silence had become her closest companion. The apartment was painfully quiet. Too quiet. It reminded her every single day of the child who was no longer there. Her only child. The child she had once taken for granted. The child she had allowed the Jordans to raise. Regret was a cruel thing. It appeared in empty bedrooms, untouched toys, forgotten photographs, and birthdays that no longer felt like celebrations. Some nights Zoe found herself staring at old pictures until dawn.

Not our divorce. His regret.

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

Briar's POV I was walking with heavy steps in the corridor. Trying hard not to cry, simultaneously cursing under my breath in every possible way there is. Regretting every taking birth, I was going through a roller coaster of emotions, feeling self-hatred dominating all the others.

I ruined that smile, that laughter, that joy! I ruined her and then I ruined it all! My jaw tightens slightly at the memory, the familiar weight settling into my chest like something that has long since made itself at home there. Regret is an interesting thing. It doesn’t ever fade, It sharpens and the longer you live, the deeper it cuts. And I have lived long enough to understand that there is no redemption waiting for me at the end of this. Only repetition. Only her. Again! And again. And again.

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

Kyle’s face drained of color, inch by inch. Charlie noticed and said leisurely, "The ghost you invited—you can’t send it away. Now your ex-wife is dragged into this mess. To be honest, helping her is the same as helping you." "Do you still think these are two separate matters?" "Do you realize how foolish you’ve been?" The words cut deep, sharp as a knife after the slow build-up. Kyle’s eyes nearly split from rage, yet there was no way to refute. Every syllable struck him with undeniable truth, leaving him drowning in regret, suffocation, and terror that nearly broke this once arrogant heir.

"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.

She listened without a single expression, then simply said, "It's all in the past now." Yes, it was in the past, and it could never be changed. I had destroyed everything myself. I returned home and divorced Samantha. She took half of everything I owned, revealing her true nature. She told me she had always been after my money and that she was taking the child with her. I completely fell apart and cried right there. I regretted it so much. I regretted not daring to love Angela openly. Now I had lost her for good. I went bungee jumping to try to escape my pain, but the rope malfunctioned, and I fell hard.

When I grabbed the diaper bag and picked up the tin of baby formula, I realized it felt unusually light. My heart sank. A wave of unease washed over me. I had bought this formula from abroad as Andy wouldn't drink anything else. I opened every tin of formula, only to find them all empty. Just as I was wondering where the formula had gone, Tara, who had woken up at some point, explained, "Noelle, I'm so sorry. It's my grandma's death anniversary. The sight of the baby formula reminded me of her ashes, so I poured them all out. Don't worry, though. I'll pay you back."