When Trust Is Gone - The Quarterback's Regret Novels & Stories

Of course she did. But regret did not rebuild trust. Regret did not erase images. Regret did not promise she wouldn’t choose someone else tomorrow. --- And yet— if she called right now and said, Come back— he would go. He knew it. That was the tragedy. --- Love had made them both late. She was late to choose him. He was late to realize she was everything. --- And time— time was beginning to move without mercy.

There was no immediate return to what they had before, no instant relief that reset everything. Because while the result had cleared one doubt, it hadn’t undone the cracks that had already formed. Trust, once shaken, didn’t simply return because one answer came out right. “I heard the result,” she said quietly. Merlin frowned slightly, sensing the difference. But before he could speak again, Ashley’s voice cut through the moment. “No,” she said again, shaking her head more firmly now, her eyes filled with something deeper than confusion. “This is wrong.” Everyone turned to her.

Ellison spent his days lost in drink, stumbling through life until he drank so much he ended up in the hospital. The doctors saved him, but they had to take out part of his stomach and told him he could not drink anymore. Even so, he was so thin and tired all the time, it looked like his life was pretty much over. My parents, they went grey overnight after I was gone, like they aged years in a moment. They would spend the rest of their days filled with sorrow and regret. A month after I died, Death finally came for me. He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left.

“The oracle said the prophecy was sealed within those pages. But I could not let it consume you as it nearly did me. I thought destroying it would keep you safe.” She studied him — the line of his jaw, the tiredness in his eyes. There was no deception there, only regret. “You could have told me,” she murmured. “I know,” he said quietly. “And if I could undo that moment, I would.” The silence stretched again, but this time it was warmer — heavy not with anger but with the unspoken ache of two people who missed each other far more than they would admit. Darius stepped closer still. “I never meant to lose your trust, Audrey.”

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “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.”

“You’re… You’re the man I trust the most…” “Trust? Ms. Ingram, trust is being able to rely on someone no matter what uncertainties and insecurities you may have. Instead of being mad at you, I’m disappointed. To be honest, you didn’t not tell me about your final decision because you’re the one who didn’t trust me fully, right? Or should I say you don’t trust yourself? I saw the way you looked at Monroe at the hospital. You claim to want to keep your mother's legacy alive. To want to make her and August proud. But in reality, you want to quit, don’t you? You didn’t tell me because you knew if you did and I told you not to, you would’ve used that as an escape. The reason to give up.” “...” Sil

“It’s fine. I’ve been observing you for a few days, but…I don’t want to force myself on you. I will let you go now.” “What? What about your parents?” Tears simmered in his eyes. “Mom and Dad will understand. I will make them understand. I want you to be happy and I cannot give you that no matter how much I try. You know what’s my biggest regret?” When I did not answer, he continued, “It’s breaking your trust. It's cheating on you.” Seeing the tears in his eyes made my eyes watered. His tears broke my heart into tiny pieces. If he was the same Jericho I knew, I would be laughing at his pain. But he was different now. He was sincere to me. And he was worth it.

But I feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes keep drifting to the windows. He speaks. His voice is low. He says he has been thinking about his daughter. About the years he wasted after she died. About the way he tried to buy his way out of grief. The money, the companies, the deals. None of it filled the hole. I tell him I understand. He says he knows. That is why he trusts me. Because I have also lost. Because I have also rebuilt. I ask if he trusts Nathaniel. He looks at me. He says he trusts that Nathaniel loves Eleanor. The rest is complicated. Nathaniel has a history of choosing the wrong side. But he is trying.

"You love him. Right. And what about what I love? What about everything I've built here? What about the team that depends on me?" "The team will be fine" I try to protest. "No, Jules. The team won't be fine," he says, his voice rising for the first time. "Adrian and I are supposed to lead these guys. We're supposed to trust each other completely. How do I explain to them that my quarterback can't trust me enough to tell me he's screwing my sister?" The crude words make me flinch like he's slapped me. "And how do I trust him again?" Ethan continues, starting to pace like a caged animal. "How do I call plays knowing he's been lying to me every single day? How do I have his back when he stabbed

Our happiness was worth fighting for, and I prayed to the goddess that she would grant us the strength to overcome this ordeal. Gazing down at Michelle, a mixture of disgust and regret coursed through me. I couldn't believe I had once trusted her enough to keep her within the fold of our settlement. Her treachery had cut deep, shaking the very foundations of my trust. The regret I felt was palpable, a bitter taste in my mouth that served as a reminder of the dangers of misplaced faith. Even, Carlton her cousin, was disappointed in her.