Regretting You Plot Novels & Stories

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

“But don’t expect me to forgive you.” That sentence was clear. Leaving no room. Camelia began working. Opening files. Typing as if nothing had happened. But her hands trembled slightly. Meanwhile, on the other side, Calvin still stood in place. Looking at her. But this time… there was no smile. No victory. There was only one thing—regret. “I’m sorry, Camelia!”

"W–What is that regret? And why did you exclude me from the mission now?" "Isn't it more than a coincidence that the very first day I woke up and flew to this city, you are the first woman I set my eyes on at that party?" He paused and sighed heavily. "My regret is ending you in my past life. Now I'm back to make sure I don't repeat that. I'm back to love you, Eve."

Past ambition had become poison for him. Instead of competing fairly with Kegan, he had ended him. Memories of the past crossed his mind again; the corners of Regan’s eyes grew wet. Remembering how he and Kegan grew up together, regret squeezed his heart tightly. Regan reached for a childhood photo where he and Kegan were wearing soccer uniforms; it felt so pleasant. “Kegan, I’m sorry!” The photo fell to the floor; Regan was extremely emotional at that moment. Even if time could be turned back, it felt as though Kegan didn’t have to die. It felt as though he would rather give in and leave.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

“I know what I did was unforgivable, but I never stopped thinking about you... about all of you. I’ve regretted it every single day of my life.” “Regretted it?” I repeated harshly. This woman needed to be awarded an Oscar for her performance. Damn, she's good. I scoffed, shaking my head, unable to hold back the bitterness that leaked into my words. “That’s it? You think that’s enough? You regretted it for twenty-three years? You never once showed up here for the past twenty-three years, and you're telling me that you regretted leaving?” “I—I want to be a part of your lives again, Van. I was stupid back then, and didn't know what I had until it was gone,” she pleaded, taking another step clos

"And now, haven't you lose me now?" "We can always make things right again. Please, just give me one more chance to make you the happiest person you've always dreamt of. I am okay even if we don't have sex. Just one more chance. I regretted everything, I have always been living in regret also. I was happy I saw you the other day. I was happy I can finally make things right even though I can't give back what you have lost." "You regretted but you couldn't search for me. Instead, you ran off to the states, you –"

"I don't expect anything. I don't deserve anything. That's why I didn't call. That's why I didn't show up at your door. Because you asked me not to. And I've already taken enough from you." Maya didn't say anything for a long time. Then she said, "Do you regret it?" "Which part?" "Any of it. All of it." I took a breath. "I regret hurting you. I regret lying to you. I regret that you found out the way you did." "But you don't regret him." It wasn't a question. "No," I said quietly. "I don't regret him." Maya nodded. Like she already knew. "I should hate you," she said.

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

Trading a love so pure for a web of lies. The depth of my mistake washed over me. I felt a profound, unshakable regret for trusting Josie. For leaving Noah. “My Noah… What have I done?” I needed answers. I needed to make things right. I tried calling Raymond, but he rejected my calls repeatedly. Frustration and guilt gnawed at me. I had to see Noah, to beg for her forgiveness. I stormed out of the hospital. The urgency of my mission propelled me forward. The drive to Raymond's villa felt like an eternity.