Regrets Novel Novels & Stories

“Laura, I really know I was wrong. I love you—I can’t live without you!” I calmly removed part of my clothing. The skin that was once fair was now charred black from the fire. I asked him, “Is this your way of loving me?” Jack’s face instantly contorted with pain. He cried and held me tightly. “Laura, please, forgive me just this once. I’ll do anything you say!” I thought of my mother’s face. “Then give me back my mother’s ashes.” Jack suddenly collapsed, his face turning ashen. “Laura... that... I can’t do.”

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

He read about how I researched cooking the best foods to nourish them back to health, only for them to complain about how disgusting it was… Ever since I rescued them, all my grievances had finally come to light. Raffaello dug his nails into his palms as if trying to punish himself. His palms started bleeding, but he insisted on finishing my diary. When he finished the last page, he finally broke down, sobbing, "I was wrong, Grace! Oh so wrong! I… I can't even do anything, it's all too late!" No matter how much he regretted it, I was gone. I could no longer come back. I could no longer pull him into my arms and gently pat his back to console him. There was never going to be another Grace in

"Apologize to Zacharias right now, or else I'm not going to marry you. I know your family's stronger than mine, but I still won't marry a snake!" The box had a beautiful cover, but the sharp edges cut my chin open. The people around us gasped, but none came forward. I touched my chin, and a sliver of red stained my palm. This woman was not the one I knew. Now, she looked more like the one I saw in my past life. The one who yelled at me because of Zacharias. My heart was growing colder for her. "I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do." "You're going to regret this." Rachel held Zacharias and left.

Like my whole body had just been handed a secret I wanted to keep forever. I felt it again now. Not as big as it had been then. Not as innocent. But I felt it flicker awake somewhere inside me, something that had been sleeping for a very long time. I looked at Sebastian’s face like maybe I could sue him for it. The corner of his mouth moved faintly. “What?” “Nothing.” “You asked.” “And now I regret it.” “Liar.” “Don’t look so pleased.” “I didn’t say anything.” “This time, seriously, don’t.”

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

I took a few steps away from him, shaking my head in disapproval, and not thinking that I was saying the words out loud. “What was wrong?” He asked me, walking towards me. One step he takes towards me, one step I take back away from him. Scared of doing something, I would regret later. Regret is the last thing that comes to my mind when it is the one thing I badly want to do. I’m mostly afraid because I don’t think I would regret it at all, which is bad. Really bad. “Tell me, Grace.” He said, his expression unreadable. “What was wrong?” He asked me again.

Every single place he looked at, reminded him of her, and Christian regretted and hated how after all these things happening he still loved Sara so much. She had not come to see him, she wasn’t picking her cell phone, but still… The part of him reserved for her was still intact and it hurt so much. The pain was indescribable, and he couldn’t even put a name to it again. This was worse than heartbreak. Worse than… “Hey!” Dinah called out waving her hands in front of him, and raking his hands through his hair, Christian apologized, “So sorry. I must have zoned out. You were saying something right?”

As she turned and walked toward the stairs, I sat there, frozen, her warning looping in my mind. Regret. That tight, suffocating feeling churned in my chest, refusing to let go. I also hope I don’t regret going to the Bellini’s with Nate. I hope our little acting won’t come back to bite me. For the rest of the night, her words stayed with me, the weight of them pressing down like a storm cloud. Even when I got ready for my flight the next morning, they lingered. When she drove me to the airport, the tension between us had softened a little, on mom’s side it was as if it didn’t happen. but I still felt it beneath the surface.

Almost. “I keep thinking about the mornings,” he said. “The coffee. The way she used to leave notes on the fridge when she leaves home early. Little things. ‘Don’t forget to eat.’ ‘I watered the plant.’ I used to roll my eyes at them. Now I’d give anything to find one of those notes again.” Nurse Iva nodded once. “Regret is heavy, it doesn’t consume you when you expect it. Sometimes it waits until everything else is stripped away.”