Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

He’d missed her so much that he couldn’t help himself and came inside her for the first time since they started having sex. He couldn’t control it and the moment he pulled out, he thought he was going to regret it. But he didn’t. As he cleaned her up, his cum dripped out and he remembered pushing it back in, a possessive feeling settling deep inside of him at the sight. He remembered envisioning her pregnant with his child. He had told Genevieve that he never came inside her, but that was a lie. He did once, and he didn’t regret it. What if…what if that one time led to something? He shook his head, the thought vanishing as quickly as it came.

"Emily Walker. But that's my former name. Academy regulations require graduating students to use their unit numbers as their official designations." The whole family's expressions darkened. They went into the study and talked in words I couldn't understand: "PTSD... depersonalization... long-term therapy..." After that, things got strange at home. They started tiptoeing around me. On Sophia's birthday, they made a difficult decision: to send Sophia away. This would be Sophia's last birthday with us. The living room was filled with balloons. A two-layer cake sat on the table. Sophia walked over to me, still gentle and sweet. "Happy birthday, big sister."

“The armed robbers mentioned something about the throne. I'm tired, Collins, I…” “You're tired?” Dad smiled sadly. “This is just 24 — not yet 24 hours since Kira died, and you're tired? She endured us for 24 years of her life!” A lot has really happened within 24 hours of my death. I don't know if it was right to blame myself, but for some reasons, I felt guilty. All the enemies closing in at once, external and internal enemies all at once. But then, if Freya hadn't started this by lying, then I would be preparing to marry Eden by now.

The way his fingers flexed against his thigh, as if holding back something unspeakable. Regret. I could see it creeping in, settling heavily on his shoulders. He was mourning the years he had lost, the moments he had missed. I wished there was something, anything I could do. But time doesn’t pause, doesn’t rewind. No matter how much we wish to hold on, it always slips through our fingers.

As I stared at her drunken, tear-streaked face, I felt as though a knife stabbed my heart. I used to think that even though our marriage wasn't based on love, we would still learn to love each other after marriage. But Elliot's arrival made these five years feel like a rash mistake. I let out a bitter laugh, wanting to argue back. Yet, my throat felt choked, as though something was stuck. That time, I couldn't help but question her. "Do you regret being with me that much? What do these five years mean to you, then?" She only smiled foolishly, staring off into the distance in a daze, as though she could see the vision she longed for in the void.

“I’m sorry... s-sorry... I don’t know why I hesitated to tell you I loved you. Sorry for being blind. Sorry, it took me too long to see your worth.” I took a deep breath. But it didn’t help. The pain was still there. The ache in my chest, the weight on my heart. I had so much more to say. So much I wanted to undo. But in the end, I could only say one word. Sorry. But he’ll never hear it. No matter how many times I repeat it. No matter how many tears I shed. Nothing will change. He's gone. He’s dead. And all my regrets…

Like fire wrapped in silk. And I was burning. Elvis stood beside me in the war chamber, going over reports, but my mind was elsewhere. “She hasn’t asked to see me once since the wedding,” I muttered. Elvis didn’t respond right away. Then, cautiously, he said, “My King… do you think she might remember?” I turned sharply. “Remember?” He shrugged, looking nervous. “Things… from before. If we were truly granted a second life, like you believe, what if she…?”

Her voice was breaking, "In the worst possible way. By the time I made up my mind to tell him how I felt, it was too late. I live every day in regret, wishing I could turn back time." She had her back facing me but her shaking shoulders were enough to tell me she was sobbing. "I don't want you two to go through the same fate as I did so please...do what you must," I looked down at my fingers as I pondered deeply on her story. Will I end up regretting this? I looked back up and asked, "what happened to him? Did he marry another person?" I asked her and she shook her head. "He..." She swallowed. "He died." She replied, almost breaking down in tears.

Whatever it is, I no longer care. “No, that’s what she told you because that’s all she knew. Yes, I was the one behind it. I was the one who planned everything, but I never intended to ruin your life. I know what I did was wrong, but I have already regretted it.” Now he regrets it, only when it’s already too late? The saying is true: “Regret always comes at the end.” People only realize the weight of their actions once they’ve already hurt someone.