Regretting You Plot Novels & Stories

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.

Zachary awoke from his stupor and scolded me, "Daisy, you evil bitch! What has our child done to warrant you watching him suffer without speaking out? Are you happy with what happened to her?" Guilt, disappointment, and sadness flitted across his face. He played the part of a gentle father extremely well. While everyone was criticizing me, Griselda had begun tussling with Polly. "I've wanted to do this for ages, you evil hag!" A scream pierced the air as the two of them tumbled out of the window. Everyone hadn't expected this to happen. However, I was relieved by this development.

The only thing she can do is to get better for Kayla, for her son, for herself, and for whatever lay ahead. The ride back to his pack was heavy with silence. Alpha Damien stared out the window, lost in thought. The image of Stephanie lying on the hospital bed replayed in his mind, bringing with it a flood of memories and regrets. He couldn't shake the guilt gnawing at him. His past actions had hurt her deeply, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state had forced him to confront the reality of his behavior.

Alex looked down at his cuffed hands and exhaled shakily. “The only thing I regret,” he said, “is watching you walk away from me. I regret not chasing after you that night. I regret not listening when you cried. When you were sick. I regret not choosing you… when all you ever did was choose me. I regret failing you, failing our marriage, failing everything we could have been.” His voice cracked faintly at the edges. “That is my regret. The only one.” Amara’s breath stilled. For a second, just one brief second, the sincerity in his voice hit her. Hard. She hadn’t expected it.

Graham's face darkened as he watched. Meanwhile, Cassidy let out a soft whimper and looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, hoping for him to intervene. But instead of stepping in, Graham grabbed my hand with a look of pure joy, as though he'd just found a lost treasure. "Whitney, you're finally back! I've searched everywhere for you these past few days. I almost thought you really didn't want me or our son anymore… "I've realized I was wrong about you. Cassidy knows she was wrong too. Please, don't hold this against her, okay? Let's start over. We can be happy again."

With a few swift, elegant strokes, she signed her name on the dotted line, officially ending our legal marriage. She dropped the pen onto the desk, looking directly into my eyes. Her expression was completely unreadable. "Now you can reject me," she said, her voice terrifyingly steady. My heart did a violent plunge. This was it. The final step. I stood up from my chair, drawing myself up to my full height to face her. I looked deep into her dark eyes, pushing past the sudden, suffocating wave of regret that tried to choke me. I needed to be free.

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

The world stretched endlessly beneath moonlight. Scarred. Broken. Alive. Kael joined her a few minutes later. Neither spoke immediately. The silence felt comfortable. The kind shared only between people who understood each other completely. Finally, Lira glanced toward him. "Do you regret it?" Kael frowned. "Regret what?" "Dying." The question lingered between them. Kael looked out toward the horizon. Thinking. Really thinking. Then slowly shook his head. "No." Lira blinked. "No?" "I regretted leaving you."

Now, I felt only ice. "Take your hand off me," I said softly, "before I make you regret that, too." He didn't let go. "I made a mistake. I was wrong. Just—let's talk." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Talk?" I leaned in, close enough that he could smell my perfume—something expensive and foreign. "You should have thought about talking before you signed those papers, Julian. Now? I don't want your words. I want your empire."

After she was intimate with her husband, Derrick Gladwin, Celine Clarkson headed to the bathroom to clean up. Then the closet door swung open. Jenny Dlay—Celine's best friend—popped out, laughing like crazy. "Wow, Cece. You act all innocent, but you still make that face when things get good? I'm dead." Jenny rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, mocking the way Celine had bitten her lip and trembled. Celine went pale and froze. Jenny didn't care. She strutted over, went up on her toes, and hooked an arm around Derrick's neck, her nails brushing through his Adam's apple. "Okay, Ricky. Didn't know you had that in you. You seriously wore her out." She smirked. "Almost feel bad for he