When I Disappeared, He Regretted It Novels & Stories

"You are the most calculating woman I have ever met, and I want you out of my sight before I say something we both regret. Don't think this night changes anything, it only makes me despise you more." ​I watched him walk toward the door, his shoulders tense and his rejection final, and I stayed there in the silence of the room that had never truly been ours, listening to his footsteps fade down the hallway. I looked at the ceiling and wondered why I had spent three years begging for scraps of affection from a man who genuinely believed I was a monster, and for the first time, the answer didn't matter because I knew I wasn't going to stay to hear it again.

Saying it out loud felt like dropping something heavy I had been holding too long. I thought about his face when I said the child looked like him. That was the first time I saw real regret. Not pride. Not control. Just loss. I stood up slowly and locked the door. He said he needed time. So did I. But time would not undo what we both heard tonight.

“Watch me.” He turned away and went back to packing. That was it. There wasn't any apology. Neither was there any regret. I couldn’t breathe. The walls felt like they were closing in on me as my heart pounded violently against my ribs. And all I could think about was Rhett. After putting me the last time we saw, he’d vanished without a word. It was as if he’d disappeared from the face of the earth. The thought of nothing seeing him ever again broke me.

I already saw him as my future husband, my partner, the one who would protect me and love me as I deserved. Then, one day, without warning, he disappeared. No more news, no more sign of life. It was as if he had vanished in nature, leaving me alone, a broken heart, a dull pain that has never really healed. I tried to forget, to turn the page, but today, by seeing it there, in this shop, all that I thought to have buried has the surface. His gaze crossed mine, and I felt this strange mixture of emotions: surprise, anger, sadness, but also this ardent desire to understand.

The tears I had been holding back finally came, pouring down my face as I wept for the child I had lost, for the love that had turned to ash. “I already regret everything,” I whispered through my sobs. “But not this. Never this.” Marcus didn’t say another word. He turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone in the clearing, my heart shattered beyond repair. I stayed there for what felt like hours, curled up in the dirt, the weight of my decisions pressing down on me like a boulder.

he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. I paused, allowing his question to settle within me. Memories of the past flooded my mind, and I felt a twinge of sadness. "Do I regret it? Well, in some ways, yes," I admitted, my voice filled with a mixture of pain and longing. "I lost my family—the only family I had ever known, even if they weren't my blood relatives. They treated me as one of their own."

Blood seeped from between my fingers, trickling onto the shattered remains. I didn't make a sound, but he froze. His bloodshot eyes lowered to the blood on my hand, to the pieces on the floor that could never be whole again, to the only memento from my mother he had just destroyed. His Adam's apple bobbed. For a fleeting moment, regret flickered in his eyes. "...I'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "I drank too much." I turned away, hiding my bleeding hand in the sleeve of my dress.

On a quick mark, I made it known that I would be the only one he would ever call in a moment like this. Shortly, I took after him. I felt my tightness coming hard and hot and…I couldn't hold on anymore. "Oh! Myyyy…." With one hard thrust, I emptied myself in him. **************************************** Mornings are always periods of regret or acceptance. I woke with nearly a shock when I found an empty bed. I believed he regretted last night and had left while I was asleep. I trailed him to the bathroom and it was also empty. I quickly wore a black short and a red silky polo and went downstairs to confirm his disappearance. I strode down the stairs with a lack of enthusiasm, and when I smel

He hugged me tightly and buried his face in my neck. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help but feel bad about myself. I regretted many things since you left. I shouldn't have given in to your whims when you asked me to leave you alone. But I ended up giving in. And that's what I regretted the most." I shook my head gently. I reached out for my phone and opened the gallery. I gently reached out to his surprised face. "A part of me recorded all of these so I could look back at Callar's younger years. But maybe I also did it because there was another reason," I whispered gently.

"What makes you think you're worthy of Zayn?" He thought hard about her question and he said the first thing in mind "Zayn likes me, and that's all that matt..." "No it's not." her lowered voice came out even more scarier and hurt than ever "That's not all that matters and that's not all that should matter. I trusted you Will. If you think it's okay to enter the deepest part of a person's heart and then suddenly disappear without a word then you're wrong." Will's head dropped as he felt a dagger put to his chest, his disappearance nine years ago was still his biggest regret.