Novel & Cerita Regretting You

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

I shot back, letting him know his words had no power over me. His expression shifted, and I could see the embarrassment creeping in. He opened his mouth as if about to speak but hesitated, shaking his head before turning to leave. His shoulders slumped in disappointment. Just as he reached the door, he turned back toward us, his eyes locking onto mine. “You’ll regret this, Alice, I promise,” he muttered, his voice loud and threatening, drawing the attention of everyone around us. “Just know that when he hurts you, don’t come back begging.” He spat before walking out, the door slamming behind him.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

Don't worry; we will see to it, and you will definitely regret this act of yours, but then it might be too late. Before I could drop the last word, he had already zoomed off and was out of sight.

I say, as I try to hug her. "Don't say you're sorry! You're not sorry!" She shakes her head. “Trust me, you are going to regret this for the rest of your life."

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

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.