Novel & Cerita When I Was Gone The Regret Began

He had left. It was over. The weight of regret crashed into her all at once, swift and merciless. Why had she fallen asleep? Why had she surrendered to exhaustion when she should have stayed awake? If she hadn’t closed her eyes, if she had fought it just a little longer, he would still be here. Now he was gone. Lost to her. Forever. She went numb for a moment, then the dam broke. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried inconsolably, her body shaking as though seized by a fit. She had lost everything. The one person that mattered the most to her now probably was.........

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

XENIA’S POV That night, I lit a small lamp and opened the windows in the study. Let the air move through the room. Let the silence stretch out. Then I whispered a quiet promise to the air, to the child beneath my hand, to the self I used to be: “You will not be forgotten.” And I believed it. ENDING SCENE REYNA’S POV They drew their line. And she didn’t cross it. She erased it. With every step forward.

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

I calmly started washing up after Austin left. There was no need for me to cry aloud or make a huge fuss about my broken heart like the last time anymore. One could only get used to the pain, and then, it wouldn't have any significance to them anymore. In fact, I found it a waste of energy to even shed a single tear for a jerk like him. I fell asleep right after that. Sometime past midnight, I heard someone knocking on the door in my haze. The raps on the door were loud and urgent.

"There's an international conference tomorrow, and I need you to attend." Then, he turned and walked away, looking disappointed. Watching his retreating figure, I couldn't help but recall how he used to be—bright, full of energy, like a little sun that lit up my life. Now, I was being so cruel to him. Guilt gnawed at me. For a moment, I wavered. But in the end, reason won over emotions. I decided to drop the matter for now. I should wait a little longer. At the very least, I had to finalize my divorce with Henry first.

for them. Someone once said you wouldn’t know the value of something in your life until it’s gone. That is one hundred percent true, I took Gwen’s love and care for granted, I took her silence for granted. I didn’t know what was in my life until it was gone, they were my sunshine. Since they left my life has been gloomy and not even Emily could brighten my day. And as each day passed, I became more miserable than the last day. I wanted her to forgive me. But I doubt she would ever do that.

Gone. A new kind of terror, sharp and personal, lances through the primordial soup of my pain. No. Not him. Not like this. We were supposed to be anchors. Steady. Together. This thing, this First Regret, it doesn’t want to be soothed. It wants to be shared. It wants company in its infinite, billion-year loneliness. It will take our minds and hollow us out, leave us as permanent, screaming monuments to everything that ever went wrong. A garden of statues, forever weeping.

His voice keeps echoing in my head. “I’m sorry.” “I regret.” Regret? What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Is it going to erase the shame, the heartbreak, the feeling of being tossed aside for my stepsister? Is regret going to fix the sufferings and starvation I went through in the outlands? No. It’s not. I curl into a ball on the floor, my sobs shaking my whole body. I don’t even know how long I stay like that. Time doesn’t exist for me anymore. It could’ve been minutes or hours. My face is soaked. My fingers tremble. My body is cold but numb at the same time.

There was no turning back now. I stood there, watching her for a moment, searching for something—anything—that would make me stay. But the words refused to come. Instead, I turned and walked away, leaving behind the only woman I had ever loved. As I drove back to the mansion, I waited for a sense of relief. But it never came. The weight in my chest grew heavier with every passing mile, a suffocating reminder of what I was losing. No, this wasn’t a relief. It was a regret. Pure, unfiltered regret.