Regretting You Novels & Stories

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."

And the longer he stayed away, the more restless I became. I tried to convince myself that I was happy he was finally gone, that him leaving was a blessing, a chance to finally clear my head and forget about him. But every time I closed my eyes, I see his face, his gaze, and his pained expression as I turned my back on him. My hash words echoed in my mind, haunting me. "You could die for all I care." Oh no I didn’t mean it. I never meant it. But I said it. And now, I had no way of taking it back.

She whispered: “Mommy, why does that man's face look so red?” I smoothed her damp hair back. “Because he threw away the best thing he ever had, and now it's too late for regrets.” The red in Dante's face went toward purple. Humiliated by a civilian in front of everyone. Exposed by a five-year-old. Whatever was left of his dignity crumbled. “Mia. Don't push me.” He stepped forward fast, hand reaching for my arm. “A Moretti woman doesn't just leave for whoever she—” His hand didn't reach me.

She giggles and shakes her head, eyeing me affectionately and I kick myself mentally again for the horrible way I treated her before. "Hannah," I say, pushing myself to hover over her. "I don't know if I've said this before, so I want you to know, I really am sorry for the way I treated you. I was stupid and selfish and very wrong. I just... I'm sorry." I try to push as much honesty and regret through our bond that I can, so she may be able to feel a little of it. Her eyes soften at me and she reaches up to hold my face in her hands.

“𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝

“Fuck you a mean ass when you get played with.” “This is not the type of mean-ass that I would like to be.” There is a word that a man like me never needs to say but it has just become a word that will be uttered for the very first time. Regret. I regret letting myself out there to get hurt. Another word a man like me thought he would never say. Hurt. These have brought me to a wave of unmistakable anger. I am angry that I am letting a women hurt me like this. She is making me regret every single thing and the moment I have shared with her.

“I was stupid. Foolish. I promise you. Just give me a chance to make things right, please,” “Then you should have thought about that before you decided to dumpe,” I shot back, my voice firm. “I can’t take you back. I'm sorry,” There was a long pause. I could see the regret etched on his face. “I know I messed up. I regret letting you slip away. Every day since, I’ve wished I could turn back time. I wish i had never let you go. God I'm such a fool.” I felt my heart waver for a moment, but I quickly steadied myself. “Regret doesn’t change what you did, Blake. I need to move on. I deserve better.”

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

, she said in a faint, croaky voice. "Hey Vee, are you alright?" She didn't sound so good. "I'm fine, just a little cold, why are you calling?" "I….ah…I just want to apologize ", I said in a strained voice. "For just leaving like that" "It's alright, I guess you regret doing that, it shouldn't have happened" Regret? I didn't regret doing that. "I don't regret doing that Vee, I just didn't want to start what would be over in four months' time, you'll be hurt"