When I Disappeared, He Regretted It Novels & Stories

Dropping my keys, I sank back into my chair with another sigh. Three years now… sighing was all I seemed to do. Three years since she walked away from me, leaving me a shell of who I used to be. I didn’t even know how I had turned into this. When I discovered Rose hadn’t died in that accident, I’d spared no expense. I hired the best detectives, poured out fortunes, and searched across countries. Yet not a single trace of her could be found. Every day felt hard, and though I knew I should give up the search, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

I cried in a loud voice and for the first time I regretted every step I took, I regretted pushing him away, I regretted not spending quality time with him. I regretted not listen to Tanya, I would have enjoy my time with him until the last day but today Frank was gone and gone forever. I scream my lungs out. Everyone was looking at me confusedly except for Arturo, he came squatted before me telling me that Frank was alive but I did not accept it. I told him he was saying those words so that I would feel pain any longer but it is not going to work besides Frank has gone leaving me alone on this planet.

My six-year-old son fed me the cake that triggered my allergy and killed his unborn sister. He was smiling when he confessed, as if he had done something wonderful. “Aunt Vivienne said the baby would go back to the Moon Goddess. Then you and Daddy could break your mate bond, and she could stay with us instead. That way, Aunt Vivienne would have more time to play with me!” My heart clenched. I couldn't hold back anymore. “But Mommy and your sister can play with you, too. Can't we?” “Yeah, but…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “But it's boring when I'm with you, Mommy. Daddy and I have more fun with Aunt Vivienne.” The words hit me like a blow. For a long moment, I couldn't say a

She didn't let me talk before she continued. Trish’s spoon clattered onto her plate as she let out an exasperated sigh. “He disappears for years, no explanation, no closure, no calls, no texts, nothing at all, and now he’s back, expecting you to just… what? Listen to whatever he has to say?” I stirred my soup, watching the spoon move in slow circles as my other hand dropped from trailing lines on my stomach. “I don’t know what he expected,” I admitted. I recalled the look on Adrian's face, and it tugged something in my chest. Why was he regretting everything when he cause everything?

he began hesitantly. “What am I thinking?” I challenged him, standing my ground. He swallowed, the confidence he usually wore so easily nowhere in sight. “That you regret it,” he said quietly. “That you think Maldives was just a vacation thing. A mistake. And that I disappeared because I didn’t care.” My mouth opened—then closed again.

He walked toward the window overlooking the harbor. The afternoon sunlight reflected across the water. Bright. Peaceful. Completely disconnected from the storm inside him. When he finally spoke, his voice sounded different. Not angry. Not bitter. Something else. Broken. “I wasted ten years.” The words hit harder than anything else. Because they were true. Painfully true. Ava looked toward him. And for the first time since all of this began, she saw the full depth of his regret. Not the regret of recent weeks. Not the regret of recent months.

The questions, the hurt, the anger—they all came flooding out. ‘You have to explain to me first! Where were you this whole time?!’ My mind screamed at him, and I could feel the sting of tears welling up in my eyes. I was crying, but only inside, where he could hear me. ‘I’m so sorry, love,’ he began, his voice calmer than I felt. ‘I had to disappear. I needed to keep away, or else he would have come for me first. I almost lost myself, but I managed to hold on, thanks to sheer willpower.’

I got a strange feeling that might be putting on an act the day they said I was welcome to be a part of their family. Once he realized I didn't have the intention of talking further, he left again. I looked at his frail back, his steps were that of a tired man. Within these few days, he had lost weight, he didn't look alright. Maybe he truly regretted his action. But regret or no regrets, it was too late.

“I do not even know what to think.” “You do not have to know tonight.” “You hid this from me. All of it. I know we were not exactly in love at first, but what about later? Why didn't you mention it as time went on? You should've said something…” He flinches. “I know,” he whispers. “And I regret it more than anything I have ever done.” “Regret,” I repeat with a humorless smile. “That is what my father had too.” He looks confused. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”