You'll Regret Losing Her Novels & Stories

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

“We did what was expected of us. But there was always distance. When she died… everyone assumed I lost the love of my life.” I shake my head. “What I lost was a possibility that never had the chance to exist.” Her eyes soften. “I think that still hurts.” “It does,” I admit. “But I don’t want to live in regret anymore.” She meets my gaze. “Neither do I.” “I think,” she says quietly, “sometimes we’re bonded to the wrong people. And it takes losing them to find the right one.” The words hit harder than I expect. I look at her then, really look at her. At the strength she’s carved out of pain. At the gentleness she offers despite everything taken from her.

Anastasia Laurent and Andrew Rutherford have been betrothed to each other since childhood. For years, Anastasia believed that Andrew was the man destined to become her husband. But all those hopes come crashing down when Juliette Laurent, her widowed stepsister, returns to the Laurent estate. Tristan Westwood, Andrew’s step-uncle, is a billionaire known for being cold, ruthless, and nearly impossible to approach. However, several months earlier, Tristan was involved in a car accident that left him with a brain injury. After regaining consciousness, his behavior changed drastically. The man once feared as a ruthless and powerful figure now often behaves like a child, becomes easily depende

Never again or I’ll lose more and more. I already lost more than I could ever lose. I don’t want to have any more regrets. If I have to be ruthless, I would. I’ll keep on moving forward. Slowly but surely, leaving a part of me and my past behind.

"And when you disappeared, when I could not find you no matter how hard I looked, every part of me died—disappeared with you." He laughed, but it was hollow, bitter. "What an idiot I was. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. And losing you, losing those eight years we could have had together, losing the chance to be there when our son was born, to hold your hand during his first surgery, to support you through your mother's death... that is my biggest regret. That is the thing I would change if I could go back." Tears were streaming down Shayla's face now. Around the room, dozens of other people were crying too, caught up in the raw honesty of his words.

It will be my pleasure seeing her locked up. I have lost millions of dollars because of the shameless bitch. Not only money but my heart too. Gave her my heart and what has she done? Stomped on it so that I’m a broken-hearted man. I wish I never met her. Maybe this wouldn’t hurt as much as it does right now. I regret going to Lex. I regret her waiting on me. I regret inviting her to my room. Banging her. Looking for her in Paris. Being with her. Making love to her. I regret her existence entirely.

It was a simple registration with no wedding. She said she finally understood that stolen happiness had to eventually be paid for. She said her biggest regret was losing me as a friend. She apologized. I stared at the email, speechless for a long time. Finally, I only replied with one sentence. Zoe: [Take care.] Then, I deleted the email. Some mistakes were unforgivable. Some people were lost forever once you lost them.

She picked up a pen and wrote beneath it: Whoever refuses to let go of it. Before bed, she stood by the window again. Somewhere out there were people just like she once was dismissed, discarded, told their value had expired. She wished she could tell them one thing. Not that it would get better. Not that love would return. But this: If they regret losing you, make sure it’s because the world is better with you in it without their permission. Serena turned off the light. The story was finished but theimpact wasn’t.

But I couldn't bring myself to admit it, so instead, I lashed out, hurling hurtful words in her direction. As I aimlessly drove through the city, a wave of regret washed over me. I couldn't help but feel remorse for my past actions. I should have listened to my heart, showered her with the love and attention she deserved. I should have been there for her during her darkest moments. And above all, I deeply regret losing her. Continuing my drive, I unexpectedly found myself in front of our old house. It held countless memories of our time together, the place where she became my wife. The urge to step out of the car and take one last glimpse of our former home was irresistible.