Regretting You Novels & Stories

I admitted, looking up at him through my tears as the weight of the last few weeks pressed heavily on my chest. "I am so sorry for bringing this endless pain into your life, Emma, and I swear to you on my own life that I am going to end this whole nightmare today so you and our daughters can finally live in complete peace," Nathan promised, taking both of my hands into his tight grasp while leaning his forehead against mine. "My head hurts so much, Nathan, and seeing our names mocked on every morning television show while Chloe sits in her hotel room laughing at us is making me feel like I am losing my mind," I expressed, squeezing his hands back as I let out a long, exhausted breath.

But every time she closed them, the image of Sean smiling at Patricia haunted her. Disappointed? That word was too small for what she felt. This was the total annihilation of her dignity as a woman. Niana reached for her phone on the nightstand. Her fingers trembled as she searched for a contact. But she stopped. She couldn't call anyone right now. She had to think. She had to be strong, even if her heart was shattered beyond repair. She looked at the laptop again. The video on the screen was paused on Patricia’s face, smiling triumphantly at the camera, as if the woman knew that one day Niana would see this.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

I just …. “ Are you thinking about her?" He asked, stopping his joke when he saw I wasn't laughing. I swallowed a painful lump. “ I'm just thinking….” I said. He hummed “ I see ... you're regretting all your decisions and actions.” Another wave of depressing thoughts hit me.“It's my fault anyway ... .Maybe I should have moved on a long time ago. Even if I get her back … it doesn't change the past, and if she remembers, then she'll still hate me.”

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

"Do you regret it?" "Every day." His voice cracked. "I regret calling Hayes. I regret hiding in that car and watching him take you away. I regret staying silent for years. I regret not fighting harder to tell you the truth before you married him. But I don't regret spending two years searching for you. And I don't regret loving you, even if you can never feel the same way."

“Is that what you're mad about?” Bewildered, I take a step back. “It's unfair. You're unfair. And right now, I don't like you.” Regret. Regret is what I feel immediately the words leave my mouth but I can't take it back. And just because I say so doesn't mean I don't mean it…he shouldn't just have to hear it.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.