When I Disappeared, He Regretted It Novels & Stories

He took one hesitant step closer. “We can still make this work. We can try. I really miss us.” “So do I.” Hope flickered across his face. “But it’s not enough. Nothing can ever be the same again. The version of us that existed before you cheated will never exist again.” His expression fell as the room became silent again. “I made one mistake.” “Maybe. But that one mistake ruined everything.” He winced and covered his face with one hand. The sadness and regret on his face when he removed his hand almost broke me but I willed myself to remain strong. To not give in.

But it was like you'd disappeared off the face of the earth. "I waited every day for news about you." A bitter smile crossed his face. "Then I found out you'd changed your number. You disappeared from my world completely." His eyes reddened. Tears slipped down his cheeks. "I regret it. I really do. If I hadn't agreed to Lina's request back then, if I'd seen her for who she really was sooner, if I'd treated you better—" "Sawyer." I cut him off. "What's done is done. Regret won't change anything."

The confession stole the words from my mouth. For the first time since the mating ceremony, I saw the weight he carried. The regret. The guilt. The knowledge that he had made a choice he could never undo. "I regretted it the moment you walked away," he admitted quietly. "I told myself I was doing the right thing. Then you disappeared, and nothing felt right anymore." I wanted to dismiss his words and stay angry Instead, I found myself wondering if he was telling the truth.

For a moment, the muffled bass from upstairs seemed to fade, and all I could hear was the frantic, heavy sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears. Then I looked away, breaking his gaze. “You don’t understand,” I muttered, the words meant more for myself than for him. He tilted his head, considering me. “Maybe not. But I understand what happens when you lose something you didn’t think you’d care about until it’s already gone. I know that particular flavor of regret.”

His every move and expression told me he saw me as something delicate—something set to break if a particularly forceful gust of wind were to blow in my direction. The indignation that set his eyes ablaze was now tempered by concern as he looked on at me. I could see him replaying the last moments we’d shared before his disappearance. It was there in the way his brows creased and unmistakable as grief and remorse overtook him. I wouldn’t fall for it. Everyone was always sorry about something; it didn’t make them any better off for such generic feelings. There was every chance his remorse stemmed from his inability to convince my mother that Matt should come with us. It was an easier belief th

“Barely. I got out just in time. But I was hurt. Badly.” He gestured vaguely to his side. “Took a while to recover. And while I was recovering… I had to disappear. For my own safety.” Disappear. He had chosen to disappear. To let me, to let everyone, believe he was dead. The pain of that realization was a sharp ache in my chest. “You let me think you were dead,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “All this time… you let me grieve you.” Tristan’s face softened slightly, a flicker of something that might have been regret. “I know, Val. And I’m sorry. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

His eyes looked confused, sad, regretful and of course very angry. I was about to say sorry but he turned to walk away. I didn’t have the strength to move and follow him so I just stared at his back. I felt a lump in my throat. I lowered my eyes to the ground and saw his glasses. I picked them up and bit my bottom lip when I discovered that they were broken beyond repair. That was the last time I saw him. I felt guilty and wanted to say sorry but he was already gone. I knew he truly loved me but due to my stupidity, I lost him. It was too late for regrets.

His eyes were drizzling like a stream. He couldn't find any way to console himself. There was nothing left except regret. The someone, whom he had loved, had lost her life because of his hasty decisions. He didn't think for a second that Ivana could ever betray him. But no, he didn't think about another aspect of this coin. His regret was dripping with each tear.

I missed her so much and the hollow feeling in my chest was evidence enough. It had taken me four whole years to find her whereabouts after she disappeared without a trace five years ago. The last time I saw Kristine was the day that incident had occurred between her and Lydia at the company. I couldn't really blame her for leaving; I was such a blindfolded fool then. I neglected her truth and chose to believe Lydia's lies instead. Recalling how I had reacted aggressively to defend Lydia's accusations made my heart churn with anguish and despair. Heck, I don't deserve Kristine. That's all I could say. I don't deserve her forgiveness at all. But I'd have to try to earn it somehow as my stubbo