Regretting You Summary Novels & Stories

"You look worse." Something in his face shifted, not a smile exactly, but the precursor of one. It was the specific expression she remembered from before he'd become an Alpha. When he was still the person who laughed easily and didn't yet know what authority cost. She registered the memory of that person and registered that registering it hurt in a way that had nothing to do with the rejection ceremony and everything to do with time. "I'm trying to figure out," he said carefully, "how to say I'm sorry in a way that isn't completely inadequate."

I cried out my grievances and disappointments all these years. From now on, Jules could never make me emotional again.

I asked softly, "Have you ever had any regrets, Stefano?" Stefano pondered for a moment before replying, "I regret trusting those who didn't deserve it. I regret quitting when I should have kept fighting. I have quite a lot of regrets, actually." "What about now?" Stefano chuckled softly and said, "I've learned that regret gets you nowhere—one must move forward and avoid looking back." He then patted my shoulder and said, "You should give it your best next Monday, Valentina." I nodded in assent, clenching the document in my grasp.

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.”

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.

That's why, if I could go back to where we were still okay, I would treat him right—so damn right that he wouldn't think of getting away from me and regret choosing me. "If I were him, I would regret dating you," he spoke again. "When I asked him if he regretted everything, he answered no. I asked him why. Do you know what he answered? Because he was happy when you were still together. His reason was so shallow, wasn't it? He also said that all relationships lead to breaking up, so that's okay. He dated you because he loved you; he didn't regret doing so. The only thing he regretted was that he fell so deep that he didn't know how to come up anymore. He also said that he regretted depending

I noticed his jaw tightened, and his his fists clenched at his sides. “But let me make something really clear,” I continued. “If there’s anything I’ve been to you, to this marriage, it’s being loyal. I poured my everything into us, into making sure this marriage worked, into making sure we got our happily ever after like we wanted. But it’s so unfortunate that it’s been cut short. Do I regret falling in love with you? No, I don’t. Do I regret marrying you? No, I don’t. Do I regret thinking about spending forever with you? Of course not. But I regret shrinking myself and deluding myself into thinking that I needed to give you more time, into thinking that maybe you’d come around eventually. I

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

“How many people do you think we can love in our lifetime? If you don’t do your best, I am sure all you get is regret, pain, and memories in the end.” Regret, pain, and memories—three words that were the best portrayal of her state of mind right now. The feelings were obvious, profound, and vivid.

“It’s too late to regret that now.” “I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it one bit!”