Regretting You Mga Nobela at Kwento

But regret wasn’t enough. Not this time.

But then, he stubbornly said, "I can live without the company. I just want you back. I'd give up anything to be with you." Sasha's lips curled into a derisive smile. She lifted her cold gaze and said, "I know you, Aidan. Even if I walked away with you today, you'd regret it ten years from now. You'd tell me, 'Sasha, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so broke.'" "You're just a selfish businessman, Aidan. You're always calculating what you can gain and what you might lose. Why bother pretending you're some lovesick fool? I know you better than you think."

“People are just funny like that. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, and only regret it after they lose it. “But regret doesn’t change anything. He’s already gone abroad. The apartment has been sold too. From now on, there’s nothing left between you two!”

It just passed through my bones, and regret was banging against my head. I regretted doing that. I also didn't want to remember that day, the day I made that costly mistake. "One thing is sure, you're going to die, because you've done something wrong. Also, now that Kathy has known your bad deed, you're not getting her back."

Gazing at them with warmth, he reminisced. "Youth is truly wonderful. There are still so many things you can do, and even regrets can be mended. Seeing you two brings me back to my younger days. I, too, once invited the person I loved to admire the flowers. Alas, we ended up parting ways because of a misunderstanding. Now, when I think back, my heart aches with regret. A regret that can never be undone," the flower farmer murmured to himself, offering them a bittersweet smile before strolling away. Kisa cast her eyes downward, the haunting word 'regret' echoing relentlessly in her mind.

“I really miss you, Daniel. I miss us and I’m sorry for not acknowledging you all this while. I just didn’t have the boldness to tell you how much I love you and wanted to be with you. I couldn’t tell you and I regret it now. “I regret holding back on everything I wanted to say and do with you, Daniel. I regret letting all those years pass us without enjoying your love or experiencing all the things you promised to give me and do for me. Yes, I regret not cuddling you at night and all those moments when I pushed you away even though I wanted you to be beside me. I regret that I rejected the flowers you sent me and the teddy bears and I feel like having you back right now so you could do them

Not our divorce. His regret.

"I... n e v e r... r e g r e t t e d... a... s e c o n d... w i t h... y o u. I t... i s... a... b l e s s i n g... n o t... a... c u r s e." ......

“I never said before, but the truth is that night in Paris was one of the best nights of my life.” “But I had seen you were regretting, and you can’t deny that part.” “I won’t deny the regretting part. Yes, I was regretting but not because of what happened between us but by thinking about the future. I was regreeting because I knew after that incident, you would feel betrayed a little more than earlier after finding out the whole truth. I was regretting that I would end up causing more pain to you than earlier. I wasn’t upset with the last night incident, but I was upset with me.”

> "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.