When I Was Gone The Regret Began Novels & Stories

“I won’t let go. Selena, I’ll never let you go again. I won’t let what happened on the cruise ship happen a second time.” I closed my eyes. Unlike the struggle and heartbreak I felt three years ago, this time all I felt was frustration and resignation. I spoke calmly, “If you don’t let go, I’ll call someone. And the only one who’ll end up humiliated will be you.” Jasper stared at me, disbelief written all over his face as if he couldn’t comprehend how resolute I was. Of course, he wouldn’t have expected this. After all, three years ago, when Molly dumped coffee all over me, hadn’t I forgiven him?

I choked out, the words heavy with regret and resignation. At that moment, I knew there was no going back to how things were. The fragile threads that had held us together were now frayed beyond repair. He stepped back, his gaze cold and distant as he turned away. The weight of his disappointment hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the rift that had widened between us. As he left, I sank to the floor, the cool tiles offering little comfort against the storm of emotions swirling within me. Tears welled up, unshed, and heavy with the weight of regret.

In the most dangerous seventh month of my twin pregnancy, Adrian invited friends over and threw a welcome-home dinner for Vivian, who had just returned to the country. During a round of truth or dare, someone asked him, "If Serena and Vivian both fell into the water and there was only one life jacket, who would you give it to?" I was in the nursery folding baby clothes when I heard his answer come without a moment's hesitation. "Vivi. Serena's tough. She can swim back on her own." My mother chimed in, "Rena grew up in the countryside. She's tough as nails. But Vivi is delicate. She can't handle that kind of scare." Then my brother, the one I had poured everything into putting through scho

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

“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.”

Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly. "It's all over for now. It's time for you to chat with my parents." "You're right. They must be tired of waiting." The spark in Noel's eyes gradually dimmed as he watched them walk away while leaning against each other. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. It hurt so much that tears welled in his eyes. Noel felt something leaving his body and floating away. He knew he could no longer get it back.

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

That’s when the world fades away, and the sweet release of death takes me. Waking up on the floor, I try to get up, but my body is in too much pain. Sobbing inconsolably, I can’t help but feel regret. But the regret is not for me. It’s for Sophie. Because now I know that I’m going to die before I find her. I’m sorry, Sophie!

The man I had loved with everything I had, only to be told it was never enough. "You'll regret this," I whispered, my voice devoid of the fire it once carried. It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t even a promise. It was a truth—one that would find him someday, in the empty spaces between the life he chose. "Every single moment you’ve thrown away… you’ll regret it." I turned around, my legs moving mechanically as if I were walking through water. Every step felt heavier and harder, but I kept moving. Because if I stopped, if I even paused, I might fall apart completely.

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