Your Regrets Means Nothing To Me Novel Novels & Stories

A lifetime was a long time. Long enough to make mistakes. Long enough to lose people. Long enough to wonder what might have been. But when I looked at the man beside me... my answer came easily. "No." He looked at me. "None?" I smiled. "I've had difficult days." "I've cried." "I've been angry." "I've been afraid." "I've lost people I loved." "But regrets?" I intertwined my fingers with his. "Never where you are concerned." His eyes glistened. "I was never the easiest man to love."

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

His eyes were wet, but he didn’t blink. “We were reckless,” he said, voice low. “We were young. We were selfish. But I’ve never regretted wanting you. I only regret that the world punished you for it.” Adeyemi folded the note slowly, slipped it into her bag beside the red pen. “I don’t regret the wanting either,” she answered, softer than she meant to. “I regret that the world still doesn’t know how to let people want without turning it into shame.” He nodded once, throat working.

Everything was spotless. The shelves were dust-free. The bed was neatly arranged. Even the curtains looked freshly washed. A wave of emotion hit her chest. “They kept my room…” Her voice cracked slightly. They had taken care of it all these years. Even after she left them. Even after she chose Alexander over her own family. Regret washed over her suddenly. Hot and overwhelming. Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m so stupid…” she whispered. Just then— The bedroom door burst open. “AMELIA!”

Aurora, you really were a joke. Sold off by your father, played with by Damian like a toy, and then used as a stepping stone by Clara. You were just a pitiful little fool from the beginning to the end. The laughter finally faded. I wiped my tears and dragged out the suitcase I had packed long ago. Before leaving, I grabbed a box of matches from the kitchen. I was going to burn all my designs and all those shameful scenes. Watching the flames devour those fake happy memories, I felt a rare, almost fierce sense of relief.

Then, in a flash, Becky was holding his hand, and all I could see were their backs as I tried to catch up. When I woke up, my face was wet with tears. The door to the basement swung open, and the butler gave me a nod. "Ms. Gilbert, Mr. Gilbert says you've been punished enough. You can go now." I dried my tears, hauled up my heavy body, and went straight to my room to pack. I was not just leaving the basement. I was leaving this house for good. I did not want my last days to be filled with pain. I just wanted to find a quiet place to be alone and let go.

Letting out a deep sigh, he leaned back into the sofa, relaxing into it as he stared at her. "Of course I was. Who wouldn't?" He asked rhetorically and chuckled. He continued. "It was the worst kind of pain I had ever felt back then. I couldn't even believe it, it felt like an impossible dream." Vicky felt something inside her break, she remembered the day she had left with Matthew Lee, she couldn't stop crying for days. She kept thinking about Romeo, regretting her decision every single day. Romeo smiled. "But, that was years ago, it took quite some time, true, but I've healed completely, it's like the scar was never there."

“You walk away. You keep your toy voice-box quiet. You pretend tonight never happened. And I pretend you’re still a person worth remembering. Because if you breathe one syllable to Vuk, to the court, to anyone about that night, about the information I milked out of you while you came apart under me—I will open you from navel to sternum and make sure the last thing your eyes see is my knife twisting. Slowly.” I released him. Stepped back. He rubbed the bruised wrist, eyes blazing liquid hate, but he didn’t lunge. Didn’t speak. Just stared—promising a future debt collection without needing a single word translated. I turned. Walked into the snow. Behind me the vocoder buzzed once more, almost

GREEDY ACQUISITION Michael's POV I don’t know how long I lay there on the cold floor, surrounded by the wreckage of my own decisions. Time lost its meaning. Regret has a way of suspending the world, trapping you in a single moment that keeps replaying itself without mercy. Eventually, my body gave in to exhaustion before my mind did.

It said something about regrets only coming from things you never tried. “Bull…shit,” I muttered, thinking immediately of bright pink cotton panties and the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. I definitely regretted trying that, regretted learning more about her and kissing her and watching her come apart in my arms. And most of all, I regretted getting close enough to her that she could hurt me. Down the hall, in the opposite direction as the nursery, I heard hushed, muffled voices. Needing to know how Aspen was doing, I inched that way and barely peered around the corner into Noel’s bedroom, hoping they didn’t spot me eavesdropping.