Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me Novels & Stories

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

“You shouldn’t have to deal with my trash.” “Trash is too kind a word.” That made me laugh, bitter and humorless. “What else did he say?” “That he needs to explain. That he regrets everything.” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself a migraine. “Regrets?” I repeated with a venomous scoff. “Let me guess—he had a ‘moment of weakness’? Didn’t mean it? Wants a second chance?” “Bingo.” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

“Don’t.” He leaned back. “You look tired. The live was... dramatic. I liked it. You’ve always been good at performances.” “I’m not performing,” I said. “I’m done.” “Are you?” He tilted his head. “Because you’re here. Talking to me. Again.” He smiled. “You miss me.” “I’m here,” I said, and my voice was steel, “because I want you to tell the truth. On record.” He laughed. “The truth? Okay. The truth is you signed those shares because you wanted to keep me. The truth is you faked being sick to get attention. The truth is—”

When I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secret

The city skyline stretched silently behind him through the glass windows while sunlight reflected faintly across the polished table between us. I gave him the same calm expression I’d worn through the entire meeting. “That sounds unfortunate for you, Mr. Kings.” Something flickered across his face. Pain maybe. Regret. I genuinely didn’t care enough to figure out which one. I opened the door. “And next time,” I said without emotion, “remember this is a business building, not a place for regrets.” Then I walked away without looking back.

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

"You look worse." Something in his face shifted, not a smile exactly, but the precursor of one. It was the specific expression she remembered from before he'd become an Alpha. When he was still the person who laughed easily and didn't yet know what authority cost. She registered the memory of that person and registered that registering it hurt in a way that had nothing to do with the rejection ceremony and everything to do with time. "I'm trying to figure out," he said carefully, "how to say I'm sorry in a way that isn't completely inadequate."

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

“You think you know what you want, Bryan, but you’ll regret ever saying this to me.” I stood, my chest rising and falling like I had been holding my breath for years and only now dared to exhale. I turned my back on her, my voice steady but ragged at the edges. “The only thing I regret is not seeing you for what you are sooner.” I couldn’t look at her anymore. Not when grief was still clawing through me, not when the memory of my mother’s broken body was still carved into the back of my eyes. My chest was raw, my soul scraped bare, but through it all, cutting through the chaos I had a clarity.