Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me Novels & Stories

I stood on the steps of the emergency wing with the phone still against my ear. The pain hit first. Then the rage. Then everything at once, and the tears were already coming with no way to stop them. I pressed my lips together and tried to swallow the sound. Couldn't. I thought about him kneeling in the hospital corridor, putting slippers on my feet. I thought about him on his knees in front of me, crying, begging me to wait two more years. Every one of those moments meant nothing now. When I finally ran out of tears, all that was left was a kind of cold clarity, like ice water poured over everything I'd ever believed.

My face stayed neutral, but inside, a small knot of irritation formed. She's trying to get under my skin. Sarah pressed on, pretending innocence. "I just think it's sweet. Even after the divorce, you still carry his name on your body." I set my cards down gently. "People keep souvenirs from all kinds of mistakes, Miss Gray. A tattoo doesn't mean anything except that I was young once." Melody laughed from across the table. "Young and desperate, maybe." I didn't flinch. "Call it what you want. Let's play."

“People are just funny like that. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, and only regret it after they lose it. “But regret doesn’t change anything. He’s already gone abroad. The apartment has been sold too. From now on, there’s nothing left between you two!”

No on knows what happen and grace wants the past to be in past ,a nightmare which has passed away and a daydream which is now reality . Aaron won her heart after getting the warm response from his girl, happy to have her open up again after the months of receiving a cold shoulder. Whenever he hears his girl say I love you to him , he can’t get enough of her , he wants to hear it from the girl again and again because his heart is still not satisfied even after 3 years , but. His Grace has finally freed him from his regret after confessing to him from this last burden on his heart that is still there, regret .

However, there was no pill for regret and it had already happened. There was no point beating myself up over it anymore. I said that, but deep down, I knew it wasn't over and this wasn't all of it but I refused to let myself think of it at the moment. With that thought in mind, I reached for my phone and picked it up, only for my eyes to widen. I'd gotten multiple missed calls from Alaric and there were too many messages from him too. "Sara, where are you?" "Pick up the phone."

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.

he whispered. Freya leaned into him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Everything,” she said softly. “Regrets?” he asked. She turned her head slightly, looking up at him. “No. Of course not,” she said. Her smile widened as she gazed into his beautiful silver eyes. “For the first time in my life, I don't have a single regret.” Diego kissed her temple, holding her tighter. “Now that's what I've always wanted to hear.”

Nothing did. Regret clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. Every memory replayed over and over again, each one sharper, more painful than the last. My desperation, my greed, my need to have what wasn’t mine, it had led me here. To this. To nothing. I had ruined her life and in doing so, I had destroyed my own beyond repair. There was no going back. There was no fixing this.

"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.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.