Novel & Cerita Remorse After Breaking Up

Something about it, something that still pulled at him. "I don't want to hurt her anymore," JM finally confessed, his voice hoarse with the burden of his own remorse. "But I don't know how to make it better. I never intended to leave her like that. But then it was too late. And I. I can't take back what I did."

If I go back to him now,he would only act right for a few months or even weeks and then he’s back to treating me as if I mean nothing to him. So right now,I wasn’t moved by all he’s been doing so far. Instead,I was pissed. Why can’t he just accept the break up?! Maxim stood up to his feet and moved closer to me. “Anna, I know I hurt you.I was thoughtless for leaving you alone that night with guests,it was thoughtless of me to cancel our engagement party that night.I am truly remorseful about it and now,you’ve made me realize that I never want to hurt you like that again.Let’s just go back home.I’ll throw another engagement party for us and…”

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

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.

I thought that she is the one who I will be with for the rest of my life. And who's fault might this fall to? It should be mine, right? I was hasty. I was inconsiderate. I was wrong. I could not rewind the time now. But if I could, I guess it would've turned out the same. I know there is something wrong about me. SHE should be right on some things about me. Few weeks passed . . . The break up was devastating for me. One day, I sulked in a corner of my room drinking a bottle of whiskey.

I longed for a chance to undo the damage, to find a way to mend the fractured relationship between Meredith and me. The regret gnawed at my conscience, reminding me of the consequences of my ill-fated decision. I yearned for a sense of peace, for a resolution that would quell the storm of emotions raging within me. But with each passing moment, I realized that the damage I had inflicted upon myself and others was not so easily undone.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I love you." Karen pleaded once more, her voice dripping with remorse, but I tuned her out. I didn't trust myself to stay, to confront the crumbling remains of this broken relationship. As they scurried out of the door, I was left alone with my thoughts, grappling with the reality that had shattered my world.

"You both repeatedly hurt me. Trust is irreparably broken. So it's too late to do anything about it. Now please just leave me alone. As you can see, I was strolling." Lena's eyes widened in abject surprise. She never expected this to be my reaction. I'm sure she expected some outright shitty groveling as usual. They all think I'm that emotional bitch that I was three years ago. They don't know three years of determination and pain can harden your heart. Lena's voice trembled. "We understand. But please, know our remorse is genuine. I'd do anything to right my wrongs. Anything. " I shook my head. "Remorse doesn't erase the past. Your actions have consequences. This conversation ends here. Goo

The silence stretched so long it made me tense all over again as he stared at the marble countertop. "What’s wro—" "I want to apologize for not leaving you alone after our breakup." His words, paired with that look, paralyzed me. He continued: "I know I ruined everything. And no matter how many times I say it happened a long time ago, that’s no excuse—not for someone like you." I swallowed hard. "That’s why I lost my mind thinking we shouldn’t have ended like this. I convinced myself you’d take me back. I kept chasing you, but… if you’re moving on, if we’re not getting back together, at least I’d like us to be friends."

"You're threatening to leave me over this?" "I'm not threatening anything. I'm stating what I need: a partner who's present, who's not living in the past, who can move forward instead of constantly looking backward at what he's lost." Her expression was sad now, disappointed. "And right now, Thomas, you're not that person." She left before I could respond, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she walked out of my house, out of the destruction I'd created, possibly out of my life. I stood in the middle of my wrecked living room, bleeding hand throbbing, expensive scotch warming in my grip, and felt something crack inside me.