The Regret That Consumed Us Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

he muttered and began going to their room. Ivy bit her lower lip, her chest congested with anything more than pain. Her legs got weak. Her worst enemy—her husband’s ex who was still after her husband was in her home, under the same roof with them. Her eyes welled up with tears, she never meant anything to her husband. Her peace and whatever she wanted never mattered to him. She walked slowly towards her couch, her knees got weak and she fell into it. A few minutes later, she heard her master bedroom door open.

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

He was so close that I could feel his breath all over me. "I hope you'll regard me with love this time around." He faded away after those lines and, for a moment, I felt a part of me was gone again. Shifting my gaze back to the exit door, I realized it was gloomy outside and I suddenly desired to drown in it. Who would have thought something as colorless as water could make the sky dark? It had started to drizzle. I tried to rub the condensed water droplet on the glassy wall of the restaurant to get a clear view of the busy

“Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.” One by one, I pried his fingers off my arm. With each finger released, it felt like I was untangling the last of what had once bound us together. “Stop holding on, Silas. You married me out of obligation, and I’ve let you go. Let’s part ways peacefully.” When the last of his fingers slipped free, he collapsed onto the couch, his hands limp at his sides. He buried his face in his hands, his voice breaking as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Can I ever get over her? Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I allowed the shower water to run down my body. Placing my back on the wall, I slid to the ground as tears flowed down my cheeks. I regret having to fall in love with the wrong person at the wrong age. Maybe I deserve someone better. I do. I was lost in thoughts when Clara came to switch off the shower. I just realised the water came off causing me to look up almost immediately. “Ma’am, I’m sorry.”

Rachel looked back up at him. “I’m sorry you went through that.” Bryce held her gaze for a long moment. “Thank you.” The ballroom orchestra slowly began resetting their instruments in the distance, creating a low background murmur. Bryce spoke again, his voice quieter now. “You know… when everything started falling apart tonight, I realized something.” Rachel tilted her head slightly. “What?” Bryce’s eyes softened in a way she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I regret letting you go.”

I didn't dare accept the bracelet, but Nathan just smiled and urged me not to turn it down. "We're about to have our wedding anyway. Just take it. I won't feel right unless you do." Everyone burst into laughter. But my heart ached, and tears started to fall. This was my second time here, yet it already felt more like home than the place I had lived in for 22 years. Nathan had seen how I was mistreated, and he comforted me with genuine sympathy. "Don't cry. Only someone totally clueless would fall for that vile woman."

"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 –"

But now, all he felt was frustration and regret. He poured himself a drink, the burn of the alcohol a brief reprieve from the thoughts that swirled in his mind. He knew he was pushing Wanda away, knew that his anger was only making things worse. But the weight of their unresolved issues, the constant reminders of the past, were too much for him to bear. And as he stared out at the city lights, Michael couldn’t help but wonder if they were already too far gone to find their way back to each other

She immediately regretted bringing up this topic. “Forget it, let’s just watch a movie.” Jordan stopped her. “You were curious, right?” Jasmine. “Not curious anymore.” Jordan pulled her to sit down. “I’ve already opened up, are you not going to listen?” Jasmine looked at Jordan’s smile, but her eyes were filled with sorrow. She wished she could turn back time and slap her curious self just now. “I’m fine.” Jordan took another sip of her drink. “I just think, after everything he did to me, if I still like him, it makes me look pathetic.”