Your Regrets Means Nothing To Me Novel Novels & Stories

I had told myself I was prepared for this, that I was ready to confront him, to demand answers, but I hadn’t been ready for the coldness, the utter certainty with which he cut me out of his life as though I had never been anything at all. Still, I refused to let him see me break. I tightened my hands into fists, nails digging into my palms until the sting steadied me, and forced the words out through clenched teeth. “You’ll regret this,” I whispered, low but seething. “You’ll regret humiliating me. You’ll regret choosing her.” His gaze didn’t soften, didn’t flicker. “The only regret I’ll ever have,” he said evenly, “is not having Maddie and my children in my life sooner. Nothing you do, Mich

"Lena, I regret it so much. If I'd spoken up earlier about the rope, would Chloe still be alive?" "Maybe." "Would you have pulled her?" "Maybe." She cried even harder. I hung up. Did regret help? In my last life, I regretted things too. I regretted ever sharing a dorm with them. I regretted agreeing to go to Eagle's Beak Cliff. I regretted not dying sooner. But regret was useless. Dead was dead. Those still alive could only keep living. The train arrived. I boarded, found my window seat, and sat down.

The door closed softly behind him. Silence expanded. Heavy. Absolute. For the first time in decades, there was nothing to control. I stared at the ceiling. Ninety days. Ninety days to secure succession. Ninety days to preserve reputation. Ninety days to prepare for absence. The arithmetic of mortality was brutally efficient. Regret arrived quietly. Not dramatic. Not overwhelming. Just persistent. I regretted never traveling simply to wander. Never seeing the world without agenda. I regretted not visiting an amusement park since I was ten years old, the last time joy existed without strategy.

“What if I didn't let Lydia back into my life? What if I didn't kick you out? What if I listened to you when you told me you were pregnant and took you in? What if I didn't say hurtful words to you at the city hospital four months after we were divorced? What if I had taken you in seeing you were pregnant and dirty? What if I hadn't told my guard to rip off the cheque I wrote you? What if you didn't meet Rico? What if I had tried to love you harder than I did?” “I have been thinking about all these for the past few days. What if I had done the right thing, Would all these have happened? You wouldn't have this kind of life you have, you would have met Rico a different way and he would still b

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

The one who wanted to own me, and who couldn't stand seeing me happy without him. The man I'd spoken to today wasn't that man. He was something else, and one I wasn't ready to name. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out into the lobby. "Regret," I whispered, the right word suddenly coming to me. Regret was far more dangerous than hatred. Hatred was easy to walk away from. I'd walked away from hatred a thousand times. But regret had a way of making you look back. I looked toward the elevators, toward the man I'd spent two years trying to forget, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, forgetting him wasn't possible.

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

He looked at me with an apologetic expression. "Isabella? What are you doing here? Your injuries haven't healed yet." He tried to reach out to me to steady me up, but I shoved him aside at once. I pushed my phone toward him, my eyes filled with despair. "Vincenzo Cursley, if there's one thing I regret the most in my entire life, it's having met you!" Vincenzo was taken aback by my declaration. However, when he saw the contents on my phone screen, the blood immediately drained from his face.

“You don’t get to demand a place in our lives just because you feel guilty now. Guilt isn’t love, Alex. And I won’t let my son be a casualty of your regrets.” His expression shattered, but she didn’t let herself care. Not this time. “Goodbye, Alex.” And with that, she walked past him, leaving him standing in the shadows of the life he had lost. "I know I could have handled things better, and I deeply regret not being smarter about it. I also knew there was a chance that Jasper was mine, but fear made me turn a blind eye to the possibility. It was selfish and easier to believe you had an affair with someone else.

If he had actually just ignored me, I probably wouldn't have taken things to this extent. I decided to write him a note instead of facing him. If I didn't, then the guilt would probably eat me alive. Once I was done, I went to his room and placed it on his bed. I knew he was training right now, so I didn't have to fear him catching me. I went back to my room. Most of my stuff would be shipped to my new place, but things such as clothes or some necessities would come on the plane with me. I had also packed a couple of books with me so I wouldn't be bored. The flight was a little over 11 hours, so I think I'd be able to finish at least two books if I wanted to.