Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back Novels & Stories

“Anthony, tomorrow is the wedding. If Amelia doesn’t show up, what then?” Anthony fell silent for a moment. Then he said firmly, “She will show up.” Vincent laughed, tears streaming down his face. “Fine. Let’s see what happens.” With that, he turned to leave. At the door, he paused and looked back. “Anthony, you will regret this. For the rest of your life.”

“Revenge? For what? It’s pretty clear you’re the one who messed up, Alex. If anything, you should be trying to get closer to her and make things right, not push her further away. What kind of revenge are you even talking about?” Alex hesitated, then said, “I thought she moved on. She had a kid with someone else, and she’s been going on dates. I guess… jealousy got the better of me.” Greg let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Your ego is going to destroy you if you don’t learn to control it. Not every thought that pops into your head is a good one, Alex. So, what changed your mind? Why the sudden regret?” “I saw her son today,” Alex said quietly.

“Nine years ago, I told myself if I could travel back in time, I’d choose not to meet you. Afraid I might ruin the girl who got nothing but love in her heart. I told myself to keep my distance from you. That I shouldn't have met you. But when you lost your memories, just thinking about you forgetting everything about me scared the hell out of me, Thera. No matter how hard I try to deny it, you are the last person I want to lose.” Thera swallowed hard. Hearing those felt like someone hit her hard on the chest. Sean's voice sounded so broken and sincere to her ears. “I know I cannot put back in your eyes all the tears you cried for me. I know that a single sorry can't compensate for all the pa

I thought I would never be able to see you again at one point. I shook my head. "Thank you for saving me." His eyes twinkled with hope and expectation. "Liv… Regardless of what happened in the past, we could still start over, right?" Perhaps sharing a life-and-death experience gave us the courage to move forward. Both of us did not want to lose each other anymore. I was about to nod when I heard my phone vibrating at the side. The sounds of the vibration reminded me of the awful reality of the situation I was in.

Because since I woke up, cried, curled up on the bed, cried again, and woke up again, no one has come into this room to at least ask how I am, except for Brenda. What's the point of being in such a comfortable room if no one cares about me? No one even offered their condolences or comforted me after I miscarried. Do I really have no one left but myself? How pitiful. I was supposed to spend Christmas in a warm room, but instead I spent it in the room of a stranger whose face I didn't even know. What kind of surprise is this? And who is Nix really? I have to know what his purpose is in saving me and bringing me here. Because I don't want my ignorance to get me involved in a misunderstanding th

Isabel was visibly surprised to see me, but her gaze turned dim when she spotted Jenny beside me. I ignored her and focused on preparing for the competition. Late at night, her persistence and regret came just as expected. On the phone, she sobbed uncontrollably. "Colin, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have indulged Miles again and again, but I just… I just felt he had the same fearlessness you once had. "I swear, nothing ever happened between us! Even though we took those photos, he never once laid a hand on me. I love you, Colin. After all these years, you've become a part of me I can't live without. I can't be without you."

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

“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

Then, finally, he spoke again, his voice quieter, more sincere than I’d ever heard it before. “I do want you back, Faith. I’ve regretted losing you every damn day. And I know I messed up, I know I did. But I just... I don’t know, maybe I thought you’d always be there. Maybe I took you for granted.” His gaze dropped to the floor for a brief moment before he looked back up at me. “I can’t change the past, but I’d do anything to have another shot.” His words lingered in the air, heavy and raw, and I felt the weight of them, but I also felt something stirring inside me—something I didn’t want to feel. I had moved on. And no matter how much he regretted things, it wasn’t enough for me.

Moved on. They’ve locked the door you once had a key to. And when you realize you’re standing on the outside, staring in at a world you once belonged to, something inside you collapses. That’s when regret shows up. And it stays. It camps in your mind, rewinding every moment. You keep wishing—begging—for a way to rewrite the past. To take back what you broke. To return to the version of yourself that didn’t ruin everything. That’s where I was right now. Stuck in the ache. Stuck in what-ifs.