All Chapters of Too Late for Your Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

The moment I died, my soul drifted free, hovering above my broken body. My abdomen was left gaping open, and my body was down to a single kidney. Beside me lay the lifeless form of my unborn child—a scene too tragic for words.Soon, a white sheet covered me, pulling a shroud over my story. My cold and silent body was wheeled out of the operating room.As I floated through the hospital halls, I found him. Caleb Horton stood outside another surgery suite, his face etched with a desperate worry I'd never seen before. He didn’t glance my way, not even once.What was I expecting? His concern was for someone else.Just then, the operating theatre doors swung open, and Caleb shot forward."Doctor, how is Emily Denver?" he asked, his voice shaking.The doctor’s face broke into a relieved smile. "The kidney transplant was a complete success. Once the anesthesia wears off, you’ll be able to see her."Caleb’s entire frame sagged in relief, his eyes filling with emotion.Inside the recover

Chapter 2

A month later, Emily was discharged from the hospital. Caleb, ever the type who loved grand gestures, bought her a sprawling villa to help her heal, complete with all the luxuries one could need for a full recovery.To celebrate her release, he threw an extravagant party, inviting a crowd of their mutual friends.Some unseen force kept my ghostly form tethered to Caleb, forcing me to watch as they moved through life together, in and out of places I once thought were ours.At the party, the spotlight-seeking Emily clung to Caleb despite her still-fragile condition, leaning into his embrace with a coy smile, their whispered exchanges like little daggers. Her brazen display didn’t go unnoticed, and the whispers around them grew louder.When one of Caleb’s friends casually brought up my name, Emily’s smile stiffened for just a moment. She forced a small, self-conscious laugh, her eyes dropping."Caleb, are we... doing the right thing?" she said, her tone carefully crafted to sound sel

Chapter 3

A few days later, Caleb’s phone rang as he held Emily close, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. It was his mother."Caleb, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you two. Why don’t you bring Grace over for dinner tomorrow? I tried calling her, but her phone’s been off for days. What have you both been so busy with?"Hearing her familiar voice, a deep ache spread through my ghostly chest. She had been my mom’s closest friend. After my parents died in that car accident, it was she who had taken me in and treated me like a daughter when I had no one left.Caleb’s expression darkened, and a bitter sneer twisted his lips. "Mom, don’t waste your kindness. She’s just an ungrateful leech. Even if she’s mad at me, she shouldn’t be ignoring your calls. That’s just disrespectful."I stood right in front of him, my spirit bound to this nightmare, hearing him reduce me to nothing but a thankless parasite."Caleb, I know you still care about that other woman," his mother said, her tone bo

Chapter 4

To Caleb, I’d always been the villain, the cruel, scheming wife who nearly killed his true love.It all started since the night Emily returned to the country. Our company hosted an extravagant gala, and Caleb didn’t bother hiding his affection for her. He brought her as his date. The two of them glided through the crowd like a golden couple, arms linked, laughing and whispering as if I, his wife, were nothing but an afterthought.I remembered ducking into a quiet corner, struggling to hold back my tears as guests whispered behind their champagne glasses, eyes flicking between us, hungry for a scandal.Emily found me there, her eyes brimming with false sympathy as she approached. She offered meaningless small talk, trying to paint herself as the considerate ex. I turned to leave, desperate to escape the humiliation.That’s when it happened.I heard a sudden scream, and when I looked back, Emily was tumbling down the staircase, her body twisting violently before crashing onto the ma

Chapter 5

Smash.Caleb hurled his phone to the floor, the sharp crack snapping me back to the present. I watched as he ran a hand through his hair, chest heaving with poorly contained rage.A moment later, he bent down, snatched up the phone, and hastily dialed his assistant."Find her. I don’t care if you have to dig through every corner of this city. Bring Grace back." His voice was cold, every syllable dripping with command.He paused for a second, his jaw clenched, then shot off a furious text. I leaned over his shoulder, curious despite myself. The message was directed to my old number."Grace, you have one day to show yourself. Come back to me immediately, or face the consequences."I let out a dry, bitter laugh. 'I’m right here, Caleb. Just inches away, but you can’t see me anymore.'My phone, long forgotten, sat dead in the back of a storage closet somewhere. Even if I wanted to answer, it had probably lost its charge by now.As the minutes ticked by without a response, I watched

Chapter 6

"What do you mean by that?" Caleb froze, his sharp mind already piecing together the implications, yet refusing to accept them.Sensing his disbelief, his assistant repeated the words slowly, each syllable slicing through the silence.I watched as Caleb’s pupils contracted. His usually sharp gaze turned blank like a man caught in a nightmare he couldn’t wake from.Beside him, Emily’s mood was visibly brightened, though she made a weak attempt to conceal it. She slipped her arm around his, her voice dripping with faux sympathy."Caleb, this is just her fate. Maybe it’s time to let go.""Let go?" Caleb’s voice cracked, a sudden snarl tearing through the air. "This is just another one of Grace’s twisted games. She wouldn’t dare die. She wouldn’t have the guts."It was the first time I had ever seen him snap at her, and Emily flinched, her face turning pale as she instinctively stepped back.Her eyes filled with tears, the corners of her mouth trembling. "Caleb, do you still have fe

Chapter 7

Caleb had a severe case of germophobia, yet here he was, holding my cold, lifeless body without a hint of disgust."Caleb Horton!"Suddenly, someone burst into the room, grabbing Caleb by the collar and yanking him back."Damn you, you scum! Don’t you dare touch Grace!"It was Zoe, my closest friend. Tears streamed down her face as she shoved Caleb aside and slapped him across the face. Caleb didn’t resist and just stood there, letting her hit him."Grace loved you for so many years and gave you everything, but what did you do? When you needed her, you whispered sweet lies, but the moment she became a burden, you cast her aside like a stray dog. Is that all she was to you? A toy to be picked up and thrown away at your whim?"She took a breath, her chest heaving with fury."If you never loved Grace, you should have left her alone. Why did you have to conspire with that witch Emily and push her to the point of losing both her life and her child?"Caleb, still dazed, finally found

Chapter 8

On the third day of locking himself in the room, Caleb finally had a visitor.Emily hesitated at the doorway, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of him. His face was shadowed by days-old stubble, his clothes were wrinkled and stained, and a sour, unwashed stench clung to him. For a moment, fear flickered in her eyes."Caleb, I know you’re a man of loyalty and honor. I understand you’re grieving Grace’s death, but you have to take care of yourself," she said, reaching for his arm, her tone dripping with fake concern.Caleb looked down at her hand on his arm, his eyes turning icy. "She’s dead… Do you even feel a hint of grief?""What?" Emily’s smile faltered, her fingers twitching nervously."You were the one who threw yourself down those stairs, weren’t you?" Caleb’s gaze didn’t waver. His low voice was filled with a dangerous calm. "Why did you frame her?"Emily’s face went pale. She stammered, searching for the right words. "W-What are you talking about? Did Grace tell you

Chapter 9

With Emily in handcuffs and the truth finally revealed, the chaos surrounding my death began to settle.Caleb returned to our empty home that night, not bothering to turn on the lights. He stumbled into the living room, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and started drinking in silence.When the alcohol had dulled the edges of his mind just enough, he staggered into the bedroom, clutching my urn to his chest. I felt a strange, searing heat, like the weight of his tears could somehow reach me, even in death.After what felt like an eternity, his sobs quieted, and he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a shaky hand. The smoke swirled around his haunted eyes, casting shadows over his sharp, handsome features.As he took a long drag, his gaze fell on my urn, and he froze."Damn it… I forgot you hate the smell of smoke," he whispered, a bitter, broken smile tugging at his lips. He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb.I watched, unmo

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