Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me Novels & Stories

I'd given her those shares after our parents died, thinking she had no one. "Sign it. Or see me in court." Her hand shook, eyes glossy. "Lena, we are sisters—" "Don't. We're not sisters." My voice sliced through the room. "You don't deserve that title." She bit her lip and signed. I scooped up the docs and headed for the door. Right as I stepped out, I heard the whispers behind me. "That girl's completely out of control." *** Back home, my phone lit up. Unknown number.

"It's the same for me." "You guys argued. You guys had your good and bad days. You guys pulled through, but damn him...he..." She doesn't speak further and just sigh. "Unfortunately, Clara. I thought we did. I thought we pulled through, but he never did, so therefore, we never did." I bite my lip as more tears roll down. The thought of his words cause another sharp pain in me. 'You are nothing but a regret', 'I need you no more', 'You are useless',

"Am sorry my son ,I just wanted the best for you but instead I ended up ruining everything , please find it in your tiny heart to forgive mom ok ,the chances of me being with you are so slim that I have lost all hope ,but somehow I feel you will never be alone. "I am full of regret as I talk to you now ,I have no idea when next I would have the chance to even hold you ,I shouldn't have returned ,we would have lived our best life in another country ,we would have become best of friends , now they are just mere fantasies . "Am really sorry my child ,I am so sorry ,I cried with the excess pain I felt in my heart ,I was filled with nothing but regret . "I hope you find it in your heart to forgiv

“Please, don’t do this. Talk to me!” He finally looked at me, and the emptiness in his gaze shattered me all over again. “Talk?” His voice was quiet, bitter. “What’s left to say, Amara? You’ve already said enough… without words.” I shook my head frantically. “I told you...it was a mistake. One I regret every second of every day.” His jaw clenched, and he pulled his arm away like my touch burned him. “Regret doesn’t erase the image burned into my head. Regret doesn’t erase the fact that you wanted him.”

“Anything. Everything.” Liam was quiet for a long moment before he answered. “I used to.” His voice was softer than usual, as if he were choosing his words carefully. I turned slightly to face him, waiting for him to continue. “I used to regret a lot of things,” he admitted. “The choices I made. The things I couldn’t change. The people I lost.” His jaw clenched slightly, but then he let out a quiet chuckle—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But at some point, I realized regret doesn’t change anything. It just… eats at you.” He turned his head then, meeting my gaze. “What about you?”

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do

“Are you sure this isn’t because you’re still thinking about Keegan? That maybe… You regret that divorce?” My hands freeze from brushing the rim of my glass. Regret? Of course not. To be honest, it did cross my mind more than once. But it isn’t for the same reason as he or the other might think. No, I don’t regret leaving Keegan. It just temporarily feels empty after having to let go of what I have been holding on to for so long. I’m more of a sad regret. I know better than that. So, I say honestly with firmness in my tone as I shake my head. “No, I don’t regret it, and I’ll never will.”

I felt as though all strength had left my body at that moment, and I burst into tears. The feelings of rage, sadness, and indignation that I had pushed back all along washed over me in waves and almost drowned me. "I'm tired. I feel so tired. I can't hold on any longer." There was an awful, unbearable ache in my chest. I leaned against Nathan's shoulder and sobbed. "You taught me the importance of working hard for my future. As long as I worked hard, things would always turn for the better. Yet, why is it so hard to do that?"

"You were the only one who saw something in me. Who pushed me to be better." Seth's jaw clenched, but he remained silent. "You didn't just give me a job," Paige continued, tears falling freely now. "You gave me confidence. Purpose. Made me believe I could actually make something of myself. And I threw all of that away because I was too weak and scared to stand up to him." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't expect forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know that failing you is my biggest regret. Not because of the job or the company, but because you're one of the few people in this world I truly respect."

“I won’t let go. Selena, I’ll never let you go again. I won’t let what happened on the cruise ship happen a second time.” I closed my eyes. Unlike the struggle and heartbreak I felt three years ago, this time all I felt was frustration and resignation. I spoke calmly, “If you don’t let go, I’ll call someone. And the only one who’ll end up humiliated will be you.” Jasper stared at me, disbelief written all over his face as if he couldn’t comprehend how resolute I was. Of course, he wouldn’t have expected this. After all, three years ago, when Molly dumped coffee all over me, hadn’t I forgiven him?