Romans & histoires You'll Regret Losing Her

Well, I’m still tearing her up and counting so you’ll have to wait for me to finish. … but alas, despite the painful loss, you would realize that making that sacrifice was worth it in the end… Ew, I think I touched her virgina from the inside…

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

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.”

“Things… from before. If we were truly granted a second life, like you believe, what if she…?” I clenched my jaw. The idea haunted me. The guilt was a rot I couldn’t scrub clean. If she did remember everything — the cruelty, the indifference, the betrayal — how could she ever love me again? “I have to earn her back,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone. Elvis cleared his throat. “Then start by looking into Freya. She’s been… unpredictable.” I nodded. It was time to start peeling back the layers of this rotten palace.

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

Her tactics are truly despicable. I shook my head, sighing. Surely, Leticia had brought all of this onto herself. "She told me that that woman should already be in the middle of the open sea now. But nobody knows if she's dead or alive." I shook my head again and said, "Mom, stop thinking about her. "Here, have a look at both these shoes. Which pair looks better on me?"

It was all Katherine's fault that her life had become so vague and meaningless. 'I swear to God, that I would destroy her. She would regret coming into our lives. She will be the one to lose Ashton and not me.' She banged her fist against the granite around the sink. She was not going to lose her Ashton at any cost. He belonged to her and only her. She splashed water on her face to wipe off any hint of sadness from her face and walked back to her friends. She stared at Katherine with bloodshot eyes which were filled with rage. She wanted to strangle her to death.

Scarlett bowed her head lower, her shoulders shaking from uncontrollable sobs. I struggled to sit up, even as every inch of my body screamed in pain. “I lost everything, Scarlett. EVERYTHING! I lost the baby I loved before he was even born! I lost the only reason I had to keep going! DO YOU THINK ‘SORRY’ IS ENOUGH TO ERASE ALL OF THAT?!” From the corner of the room, I could hear James sobbing, but I didn’t care. "I..." Scarlett's voice broke as she cried while making her fists so tight that her knuckles appeared pale white. I know... Scarlett knows she does not deserve any forgiveness.