Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death Novels & Stories

The doctor spoke, his tone solemn and his gaze consoling. I couldn’t even reply because what would I say? I’d barely even cared about her to know. I never really paid her any attention until recently. Even before she got convicted, I barely spared Charlotte any glance. And now, as I thought about it, I felt pain, regret, and anger. So much anger.

"I spent twelve of those years thinking you were dead. I grieved you. I grieved you at the funeral that wasn't real, in the cemetery where there was no grave, and then I spent the years after that grieving you again in a quieter way, the way you grieve things that you eventually have to accept will never be recovered." Elena's jaw tightened. She was holding herself very deliberately still. "And the whole time," I said, "you were in Milan checking an email inbox every single day." "Every single day," she said. We looked at each other across the small distance of the living room floor and I understood that we were both going to have to carry this, the years of it, the weight of what was done t

It was the smile I had fallen in love with years ago, before the money and the lies and the pain. "One step at a time," he said. "One step at a time."

"I admit it! I regret everything! I was stupid! I thought I liked Lynn. The truth was, I had already fallen in love with you. When you left, it took me only half a year of being with Lynn to regret my decision. Zachary and I tried to look for you. Can you please come home with us?" I regretted my decision to head out alone to get some contact lenses. Who knew that I would end up meeting that wretched man again? "My wedding celebration is tomorrow. I don't want to waste time arguing with you. Get out of my face!" "I've made mistakes in the past, Mabel. But everyone would have made mistakes. Please give me a chance. I..." Quinton looked at me affectionately and reached out to try to hug me. Un

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

“I took it. The day we signed the divorce papers. Before you came to get your stuff, I took it. It was the one I gave you on our first anniversary.” “Oh.” I realized. “I remember now. Why did you take that?” “I don’t know. I guess I just needed a piece of you with me.” “Do you regret your actions?” I asked. “What?” “Do you regret how everything turned out?” He took a deep breath. “Yes. I wish I had gone about things differently.” Before I could respond my grandpa came. “We’ll leave really soon. You guys should come back into the house.” Our conversation was cut short. We got ready to leave the house. We had asked Rory earlier where she wanted to go and she unexpectedly said the beach.

I could still picture his face the last time we met; when I was wheeled into the car, during the confrontation that had been far from pleasant for either of us. I clung onto my strength, but when I couldn't hold on any longer, I moved to the other end of the room, my head buried in agony. Never got the chance to say a simple goodbye when he was still fine and healthy. How do I live with the fact that my heart only started to long for him when he lay on the edge of death? Could it be out of sympathy?

I frowned, if it’s a problem, doesn’t that mean it can be fixed? I started to feel a sliver of hope. “Then tell me. What is it? What exactly are you so unhappy about?” But she just said, “Too late.” That flicker of hope? Gone. Snuffed out like a match. I felt like something dark had swallowed me whole. Too late? How can it be too late? Three years. Three real, messy, loving years—wasn’t that worth even a second of hesitation? I’d already dropped my pride for her. I was practically begging. But she didn’t even glance back. Just turned away—cold, silent, gone.

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

“Leo, you heartless bastard! I lost everything because of you, and now you’re leaving me?” He didn’t even try to soften the blow. “I pursued you back then because you were the CEO of Jackson Group, and you could’ve given me a luxurious life. But now? You’re nothing. You’re just a washed-up woman who mooches off me all day. What am I? Your mom? Why should I support you?” They got into a violent argument. In a fit of rage, Selena pushed him off the second-floor balcony, and he died on the spot. As a consequence, she was arrested and sentenced to life in prison for involuntary manslaughter.