Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back Novelas e Histórias

“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?

Remembering the doctor's diagnosis and how they'd doubted me when I'd first lost my memory, their expressions twisted with even more regret. "Sunny, we're your family. I'm your father, this is your mother, and this is your brother." Bobby looked so much older. His hair was completely white. He tried to remind me of past memories to bring me back into their lives. But I just smiled politely. "Sorry, I already have a mom. Whoever you are has nothing to do with me." Seeing they were about to keep talking, I stopped them. "It's fine. The past is the past. I've already received your compensation. Being strangers works just fine. Really."

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.

They wanted the best for me but my obsession got the best of me, now see where it has landed me. I regret everything. I regret ever coming back to LA. I regret never leaving with my parents when I had the chance. Now I'm alone and would probably die a lonely death with no one to even know I ever existed. I wonder if my mom or brother or even my father ever thinks about me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AVINA'S POV

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

he said, his voice solid. “Then? Didn't we promise ourselves to never do anything to be sorry about? Haven't we been living like that till she came? Why can't you let her go? Did you lose feelings for me as you saw her?” She voiced. Ryder shifted closer to where she sat. “Don't say that babe. I still love you. As I've always done. Just give me some time to take care of this. I'm sorry. Once this phase passes, I wouldn't have to break our promises anymore—I’ll not have any reason to apologise.” he said, his tone soft and calming that Ivy couldn't stop crying.

And I didn’t know if he would ever give me the chance to explain that the cruelest thing I said that night, the lie I hid behind had been the loudest proof of how much he meant to me. I looked up at the sky, blinking back tears. “I didn’t want to lose you,” I whispered into the night. But I already had. And for the first time since all of this began, I understood the truth completely: Regret doesn’t arrive quietly. It arrives when it’s already too late. And all you can do is stand in the wreckage of your own words, hoping against all reason that something you broke can still be rebuilt.

"I did not have any intention to use the excuse of your bad mental health to bring her back but it's true that I wanted her to help because she is the only one who can help you through this, cause it's her whom you wronged. "Nothing is gonna bring her back, I have already lost her." "So what are you gonna do? Watch your beta, betray you and run with your mate with the absolute trick of his manipulation? Stop acting like a fucking looser, Sebastian. I am tired of seeing you like this. Regret will bring you nothing but taking a few decision might bring you back the life you had once refused to live!" She stood up, looking seemingly frustrated as she threw her hands over her head. I watched as

“But there’s one thing you’ll never get.” He asked urgently, “What?” “A 'cure for regret'.” I looked at him and spoke each word slowly. “There's no turning back.” Then, I turned away, ignored him, and went back inside, closing the door tight behind me.

I refused to retreat. Jay dropped his head, and with his warm breath tickling my ear, he whispered, “Come back to me, Melody… and everything will be all right.” My jaw clenched. “Regret it?” I jabbed a finger into his chest, hard. “The only regret I have, Jay Merlot, is not ending you sooner. But this is fine. Watching your downfall—after your last spark of hope—is going to be even more satisfying.” I stepped to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist, yanking me back. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a blotchy red complexion and a twitching nose.