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

"You're spot on. In business, letting your feelings rule is a surefire way to lose everything." "Dad!" Matthew could not believe what he was hearing. "How can you take her side?" "I'm on the side of common sense. You're the one who broke the rules first," he said calmly. Juliet squeezed my hand. "Honey, do you really want to go through with this? Think of all the years you've shared!" I held her hand gently. "Juliet, I never wanted it to come to this. But..." I turned to Matthew. "Once trust is gone, there's nothing left."

On my social feeds, fans dissecting clips of his movements frame by frame, pointing out every stumble, every grimace, every favoring of his right knee. And in my head, always in my head. The way he’d said I trusted you. The way his face had shut down when I swore I hadn’t done it. The way he’d walked out without looking back. Silence filled the spaces where he used to be. And no matter how loud the world around me got, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was falling apart.

For a moment, everything went still, and all I could hear was my own heart pounding and the desperate cries of regret. I could almost hear Travis’s voice in my mind: "I trusted you…" His words hurt, a reminder of how I had broken his trust. At that moment, I understood that no matter how strong or clever I became, the guilt would always stay with me. "Am I truly happy with myself?" I asked in the empty corridor, my voice trembling. The question echoed in my mind like a forgotten prayer asking for forgiveness for all I had done. But I knew the answer: I wasn’t forgiven. My thirst for revenge had cost me something much more important than winning.

His personal experience had taught him very well that without trust, no matter how strong a foundation was, it remained hollow. His lips formed into a smile which looked little suspicious to Shubham as he spoke with something undeniable in his rough voice “Earning trust is hard but keeping it is precious, once you lose trust you lose everything, the there is no going back, isn’t it MAMA??” He pressed more pressure on ‘MAMA’ word, curling his finger over thighs to stop himself from strangling this piece of garbage even though the hatred, rage and pain growing into his heart was instigating him to thrash him here and there mercilessly till he died but he would not snatch anything more from his

My tears had triggered some memories of hers maybe from when she broke up with her ex boyfriend. We stayed like that, entangled in each other's arms as we calmed ourselves down with silent whimpers. Outside, the rain kept falling—washing the portrait’s charcoal eyes into the gutter, line by line, until there was nothing left but smears. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure which loss hurt more: the boy I’d trusted, or the version of myself I’d believed in with him. No matter how this ends, one thing is certain: this is only the beginning, and the story is far from over. Trust is like a fragile vessel—once shattered, it can never return to its original form.

moments when the walls closed in and I remembered what trust looked like before it was shredded and sold to the highest bidder. Greg, who had sold my private correspondence to the tabloids. Greg, who had photographed the scar on my back.I'd never shown anyone,and auctioned them to the highest bidder. Greg, who had sat in that courtroom and watched my father's lawyers dismantle me, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a shell in a pantsuit who knew that love was just a transaction with delayed consequences. Now Ryan, the man I'd trusted with those same scars, was using that trust as a weapon.

CHAPTER 3 SARAH'S POV “Oh, spare me that crap, Sarah! You actually thought I was doing all these for nothing? You must be a dreamer to even think that.” Keila said that to my face. She sounded really mean that I began to regret ever putting all my trust in her. Now, I was starting to look vulnerable. She knew basically everything about me! Just when I thought I had seen it all, something even more shocking happened. Luke shot a furious glare at me.

"He never forgave himself for what he did. Not once, not in twenty-five years. The trust wasn't a legal formality, Kaelen. It was the closest thing to an apology he ever let himself write down." "My father never once mentioned regret to me. Not about the company, or about anything." "Your father," Harrison said quietly, "regretted almost nothing out loud, and almost everything in private. That trust was the one place he let himself be honest about it, because paperwork doesn't judge you the way a son's face would."

It stripped competition of its sharp edges and replaced them with something harder to confront. Emerson trusted Eva. He believed in her strength, her clarity. But trust did not silence fear. Fear crept in quietly, asking questions he did not want to voice. What did forgiveness look like when time was running out? What did closure demand when regret came dressed as mortality? He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. He did not doubt Eva’s love for him. What he doubted was his own ability to stand unmoved while another man’s ending unfolded so close to her life.

That moment carried a whole lot, the words heavy in his mouth that couldn't be conveyed except with the help of his eyes, the grievance of not being able to do a thing to me. The pain of trusting someone like me, it was all in his eyes, and most visibly, the regret. It was clear he regretted it all, the day we'd first crossed path, the day he accepted fathers proposal and probably the day he let down all of his guards. I bet he would be a bit more strict or probably overly strict with his trust in his next life. He was actually, I was just so good when it came to braking down built up walls, I'd crushed those walls of Alpha Knox leaving him without any form of protection, he only noticed tha