Regretting You Colleen Hoover Summary Novels & Stories

"Colleen, it was our fault! Please come back and save Adrian. He tried to jump into the river while we weren't looking. He can't survive without you!" I was eating fruit Caleb had cut for me, watching the videos and apologies like they were a joke. Netizens commented disdainfully. "It's too late for regrets." Honestly, those were my exact thoughts. They didn't cherish what they had when it was theirs, so who exactly were they putting on this performance for now?

Like hearing something often enough makes it harder to ignore. I study her for a second. Then ask the question that’s been sitting in the back of my mind. “Do you regret it?” She looks up immediately. “What?” “The attention. The situation. Me. Cole. Any of it.” Her expression shifts. Surprise first. Then thoughtfulness. Then something harder to read. “I regret the gossip,” she admits. That answer shouldn’t sting. But it does. Not because she’s wrong. Because she’s honest. “I just don’t understand why this is happening.”

If it hadn't been for my outburst, they might have already sealed the deal. Dominic Blackwood slowly withdrew his gaze and turned away without looking back. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. He must be regretting ever meeting me, wishing he could put as much distance between us as possible. Scarlett Hayes stepped forward. "Vivian , why bother? A loss is a loss. Don’t lose face and dignity at the same time; at least give yourself a little cover." Facing Scarlett, I refused to show any signs of weakness. I brushed my slightly disheveled hair back and replied coldly, "Scarlett, don’t speak too confidently. You might end up with a slap in the face."

I had to let him know that he wronged me. So I turned back. “ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care o

Like something that belonged only to this room. She looked up reluctantly. Cole studied her face for a long moment—thorough, the way he approached everything that mattered to him—before speaking. "I don't regret it. Yesterday. The night before." A pause. "Either of them." The confession settled directly into her chest and stayed there. Helen swallowed. "You should." "Do you?" She opened her mouth. Then closed it again. Because that was the honest problem. She'd tried. In the cab home. Lying awake at the ceiling. Standing in her kitchen this morning with both hands around her coffee trying to locate some reasonable version of regret.

Haley was unsure of how to react to what Stephanie had said. After waiting for a response, Stephanie appeared to read her thoughts. "Mrs. Colin, I'm not here to convince you. Even though sir Desmond and ma’am Arlene and I are initially from the same place, I will always remember your generosity toward me throughout the years. There's no need for me to stay now that you're gone. At the end of the year, I want to retire and return home.” A hint of regret crossed Haley’s mind. "You've been treated well by the Colin’s, Steph. I'm not the reason you have to go."

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Not the regret of recent months. The regret of a man realizing that the woman he blamed had been innocent all along. The regret of a father realizing how much time he lost. The regret of a husband realizing how badly he failed. The realization settled heavily over everyone. And somewhere far away, across an ocean and beneath a different sky, Vivian sat alone in her hotel suite. Staring at the same worn photograph hidden inside her purse. Unaware that the final walls protecting the past had finally fallen. Unaware that the truth was no longer buried.

Like she was finally ready to speak. "Cohen said if I talked, I’d regret it. But what more is there to regret? He already ruined my family. Took our shares. Lied to everyone. If I die, at least people will know. I saved it here. Everything." I paused the file. My hand was shaking. "Holy shit," I whispered. I opened the next one. Audio again. Dean Marshall’s voice this time. I recognized it from school board meetings. He was lower, firmer here. Sounded pissed.

Nadia felt something sharp twist in her stomach at the casual cruelty embedded in Colleen's calm, measured words — as if the eventual end of the marriage were simply an inevitability neither of them had any real say in, rather than a scheme built on lies and stolen inheritance. "We should go," Damian said tightly, guiding Nadia toward the car without another word to his aunt. Colleen let them go without protest, though her voice carried after them, light and almost cheerful, laced with something far darker underneath. "Give my best to your mother, Nadia. I do hope she's recovering well." Nadia froze halfway into the car, turning back sharply. "What did you say?" But Colleen had already turne