Regretting You Colleen Hoover Summary Novels & Stories

Cole asked with a frown, and his father swallowed. "One night, we were stargazing together, and she told me that she loved me." Cole's eyes remained fixed on his father. "And I wanted to tell her that I loved her... I wanted to tell her that I wanted to be with her forever. But I knew she would be ruining her life if she chose me. She would be separated from Chase and be punished... So I told her that I did not feel the same way and that she was delusional if she thought I felt anything." He took a deep breath and looked at Cole. "That is my biggest regret in this world." Cole's eyes slowly dropped to the grass again. "What did she do?"

“Cooperative, surprisingly. She has been providing detailed information about her network, her methods, everything she orchestrated these past five years. I think, in her own strange way, she still believes revealing everything demonstrates some kind of strength.” “Do you think she regrets any of it?” I asked. Ethan considered this carefully. “I don’t think regret works the same way for her as it does for most people. I think she regrets losing, regrets that her plan ultimately failed. I don’t think she regrets the harm she caused along the way.” I squeezed his hand gently, understanding the complicated grief still tangled beneath his composed exterior, mourning a mother who had never really

He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him. "So eat?" Ayden asked. The man took a deep breath and steeled himself. Every night, he always spent reading one sheet of Cheryl's diary. Ayden will not understand in one night how guilt and regret when he saw every word that sounded so sincere from his daughter. Ayden knows Cheryl is lonely. Very. Two adults were silent while contemplating life with deep regret for neglecting their beautiful daughter. God always has a way so that every person who has done something wrong will regret his every action. Cheryl's departure brought sorrow to everyone she knew.

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

“But you can’t blame me for what you did. You wanted to forget Wanda, and I was there.” Anderson’s eyes followed her as she dressed, his mind spinning with regret and the sting of her words. He couldn’t deny the truth in what she said; he had been desperate, seeking solace in all the wrong places. But seeing her now, the reality of their actions hit him like a punch to the gut. “Get out, Agnes,” he said quietly, his voice strained and devoid of the fire it held moments before. “Just… get out.”

Hearing this, a strange sense of relief washed over me, as though a weight had been lifted from my chest. Silas added, "If you apologize now, I might forgive—" I cut him off, "No. I believe Yael, and we won’t apologize for something he didn’t do. If that’s your decision, then let’s get a divorce." The room fell into stunned silence. I knelt down, scooped Yael into my arms, and whispered in his ear, "Don’t be scared, Yael. Mommy will take you away from here." As I reached the door, Silas finally snapped out of his shock and roared, "Lena, you’ll regret this!"

“Everything is fine.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Etta. I just want you to trust me this time,” I whispered into her ears. “That tickles,” she giggled while I wrapped my hands around her. So many regrets I’ve suffered from in the past. Etta was right. If only I had just given her a chance–maybe if I had listened to her, Valerie would still be here with us. Nobody would have died. And that’s why I’m never going to allow Gloria and Katty to get away with it. This isn’t my usual self, but this second chance given to me by the universe is never going to a waste.

"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."

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.