Novel & Cerita When I Was Gone The Regret Began

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

I can't be without you. She sobbed so hard that she could barely catch her breath. "I thought I would be fine without you, but I was wrong. Losing you made me realize how dull life is. What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" The commotion woke Jenny up. "Darling, who is it?" "Who is it?" Isabel raised her voice. "Who is that with you?" I pulled Jenny into my arms. "Isabel. There's nothing else.You should go to bed."

“I took it. The day we signed the divorce papers. Before you came to get your stuff, I took it. It was the one I gave you on our first anniversary.” “Oh.” I realized. “I remember now. Why did you take that?” “I don’t know. I guess I just needed a piece of you with me.” “Do you regret your actions?” I asked. “What?” “Do you regret how everything turned out?” He took a deep breath. “Yes. I wish I had gone about things differently.” Before I could respond my grandpa came. “We’ll leave really soon. You guys should come back into the house.” Our conversation was cut short. We got ready to leave the house. We had asked Rory earlier where she wanted to go and she unexpectedly said the beach.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

I knew I wouldn't escape, so I stared at him coldly. But he mistook my silence for a change of heart. He asked, "What's wrong? Regretting your actions? Ready to properly apologize to Naomi?" I coughed up blood. "I do regret it. I regret being with—" I regretted being with him. Before I could finish, I collapsed to the ground. As my vision faded, I faintly saw someone rushing toward me in a panic.

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

They wanted the best for me but my obsession got the best of me, now see where it has landed me. I regret everything. I regret ever coming back to LA. I regret never leaving with my parents when I had the chance. Now I'm alone and would probably die a lonely death with no one to even know I ever existed. I wonder if my mom or brother or even my father ever thinks about me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AVINA'S POV

The words escaped my mouth quietly, yet every syllable carried years of regret. "I know apologizing cannot erase everything I have done, and I know there are wounds that no amount of regret will ever heal, but I need you to hear those words from me. I have failed you more times than I can count. Every birthday I missed, every celebration I ignored, every tear you cried because you wondered why I never showed up... all of those memories have followed me for years even when I pretended they didn't. I convinced myself that staying away would protect you because that excuse was easier to live with than admitting I had become consumed by my own ambition."

And now, her absence created a hollow ache in my chest, the silence amplifying her absence until it felt deafening A hollow ache settled in my stomach; regret gnawed at me. I told myself it was nothing, just a fleeting moment but how could I deny the intensity of what we had shared? As much as I tried to dismiss Avery, her image persisted: the warmth of her touch, the sweetness of her voice, the depth of her care. Her absence amplified that loss, until the silence felt deafening, and my inaction was a heavy burden of failed responsibility.

"How touching! Take her and go. Don't mess up my wedding." ... "Ms. Brown, I didn't mean to bother you," Lauren coughed. "They disappeared, and I thought I was abandoned again. I'm so insecure. You get it, right?" The rims of her eyes were red, and her face was pale. Her frail act was Oscar-worthy. No wonder she had the Quinn brothers hooked. I couldn't pull that off, nor did I want to compete with her. It was pointless.