Novel & Cerita Remorse After Breaking Up

I started having them when I lost my baby and broke up with Lucas. I do the exercise the doctor told me to do when I get them, gently breathing going to a happy place in my head. Then I start to think if I made a mistake breaking up with Lucas again, maybe we can make things work but I know I can't. I watched my mother hurt inside whenever my half brother Wesley came around, she tried to put on a brave face for us but Wesley is still a reminder to her that the love of her life cheated on her. But then again Lucas didn't cheat on me he and I were broken up when he got together with Elaine, I still can't do it though. I'm that selfish and I have to let him be a father because I would never for

"I'm not talking about money. I'm talking about giving things that mattered to you. It's not my mistake, they're costly for you, which I never get why you think that." He shut me down with few words and all I could do was think about how to reply him. What happened to his words and actions of making up? What happened to- We never broke up. Never in our entire relationship. How would I know how we make up after a breakup? "It's too much," I whispered. "And I'm not your girlfriend." "Just take it. I want to do this. Don't think about money, think about the thought behind it. I just want to go back-"

It really hurts not to know how life is going on for you now, you know …” I breathed out with a heavy heart. With my thumb, I slid off the tears at the corner of my eye and mustered courage to look at her beautiful picture again. “I'm sorry I broke us up, I shattered what we had and believe me if I could turn back the hands of the clock, so I could have stopped myself from making that mistake, I definitely would.” “I wish we never parted ways.” I couldn't help it as my gaze lowered again. My chest fucking hurt at the memory. A harsh shaky breath exhale left me when I finally looked at her potrait again.

The dichotomy between his admiration for her beauty and the remorse for his actions becomes a constant tug-of-war within his mind. In this haze of conflicting feelings, he yearns for a chance to rectify his missteps, to mend the wounds he has inflicted. The memory of his mistake serves as a stark reminder of the repercussions of his actions and the fragility of human connections. It intensifies his desire to make amends and find a way to heal the damage caused.

And seeing me zone out fully like that, there was no wiggling out of this one. Speaking of Remy... As my gaze drifted from her to the beach—desperately in search of the reply to give her that didn't include her brother— I caught sight of him and Valentina padding the beachside and giggling like children. I resisted the urge to gag as a bitter feeling came upon me. It wasn't as a result of heartbreak. Surprisingly, I had gotten over the pangs that his breakup caused. All I could feel whenever I looked at him was anger— mostly at myself for allowing myself to get used.

But sorry doesn’t erase memory. Sorry doesn’t erase pain. It’s not that easy for me. My lips shiver as I look into his eyes filled with remorse, and it breaks me inside. But I can’t let this destroy me again. He is the one who destroyed us, and I never thought that my one lie would bring us here. I can’t look at him anymore. Because if I do and if I stay here for even a second longer, I’ll forget everything and run into his arms. The same arms that once held me like I was his entire world… and then dropped me like I was nothing.

"There's no need for you to go through all this trouble. Besides, everyone saw how you've behaved these past few years. You know it yourself too. You know better than anyone whether I'll remarry you or not." It was obvious that she hadn't managed to convince my parents to help her out earlier. Her expression was troubled and grave. She muttered, "Alright, I'll admit that I was wrong. But I've learned my lesson now. During the time you were gone, I thought about you every day. The person I love the most is you. I guess you don't have any lingering attachment to our seven-year marriage, but I'm not that heartless." She covered her face and began to cry. "Every night, I think about you. Do you

Rage knew something was wrong with our mate, and he had to get to her. I fucked up. I'll never forget the look on Remi's face. I'll never forget the hurt and pain that shot down our bond. I'll never forget how heartbroken and inadequate she felt in that moment. I'll never forget how much she hated herself and how much she wished she was someone else.

Emotions that made him realize what a loser he was starting to become in his personal life despite having an influential professional life. He took long steps to drag himself out of the room somehow, and entered in his walk-in closet. Remorse like he had never felt before struck him, making more tears spill from eyes he never assumed would ever shed a tear. And it happened because he happened to see Claire's clothes, which co-existed in the closet beside his.

But she knew deep down that there was no going back, no erasing the pain she had caused. As she lay there, lost in her thoughts and drowning in sorrow, Samara couldn't help but wonder how she was going to repair their relationship. She had never intended to hurt Frederick, never wanted to betray the love they shared. But now, as she lay alone in the empty room, she realized that her actions had irreparably damaged their relationship, leaving behind nothing but shattered dreams and bitter regret.