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

He was determined to make Natalie suffer every bit of what Sasha had endured. He could only seek redemption in this despicable way. With a heart full of guilt, he begged for a lifetime of regret as his sentence. He prayed that he could be her heart in his next life, only to shatter and die the moment she felt the stir of love once more.

"What do you think?" "Regret," he said simply, no more words, just plain honesty. Haley’s heart tightened. "Regret... marrying me in this arranged union?" "No," Rhett answered, his tone tinged with an unspeakable grief. His voice was full of regret as he ran a fingertip across her wet face. "I regret not being brave enough to tell you how I felt sooner four years ago. If I had shown up sooner, you wouldn't have gone through all of this suffering. You fell in love with the wrong man because of my hesitancy.”

She was speechless when he smiled at her directions. "I wish I can turned back the time. If I could change the written fate. I would. You know I would. But I guess, I'll die dreaming and waiting for it. The hurt you felt. I felt that. I don't know how did I lived through all the years but I did. What we had always flashed before my eyes. I felt the regret. I wanted to but I just can't find the strength. I'm sorry for being a coward. I'm really sorry." "What happened to us?" The words left her mouth before she can stop them. The look of resignation and tiredness swirling in his eyes was visible.

His voice was desperate, almost pleading. Even through the phone, I could hear how much he regretted it. If this were three years ago, I would have caved. However, I was about to give birth. I did not have the time or the energy for someone who no longer mattered. I did not visit him. There was no need for us to meet again. What was the point? More apologies and regrets. Too little, too late. Before he died, he sent one last message. "I’m sorry." I knew he meant it, but that was all there was to it. I deleted the text silently.

She stayed lost in her thoughts, and kept staring at the sky feeling the emptiness in her heart while someone else was also staring at the sky and remembering her deeply. What he did was wrong, but he didn’t know at that time what to do.? He felt completely regretful as he looked back at it now. He saw her walking out with the staff woman whom he had send to her, when he saw her walking with difficulty during their checkout he realized what had he done. But it felt too late for him to realize and apologies to her. Things were already been messy between them and his one act had made it very close to being impossible. He completely regrets his actions but it’s too late now.

"I'm late. I was always late. My loyalty, my duty, it took away my love, my chance at happiness. I was bound by my obligations, and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't be with her; I couldn't tell her how I felt. And now, it's too late." Arthur's body shook with sobs, his tears falling onto the floor. "I should have been faster," he whispered. "I should have been smarter. I should have been braver. But I wasn't. And now, she's gone. She's with him, and I'm left with nothing but regret."

he said gently, his words a whisper of remorse. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart a jumbled mess of emotions. I looked into his eyes, searching for something more, a deeper apology, a promise of something more, but there was nothing. He just said, "Sorry." I started to dress, my movements slow and deliberate, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. I had nothing to say to him, because we were nothing. It may have been foolish, but I am only human, and if I regret my decision, there is nothing I can do about it. Because I know that regret always comes last, and no one regrets at the beginning, only in the end.

Watching her walk away in silence after I said that word did one thing to my heart, it broke it into pieces, and all I could feel right now in my soul was regrets despite knowing deep down that there was no room for regrets in this world, yet a man had to taste the bitter before he could taste the sweet—She was the bitter. I could have sworn that I heard her heart beating heavily after I said those words. At First I thought I had her cornered with the way I spoke, as it turned out, I was the one left with regrets that were easy to come by. They piled up, each one weakening the entire of what seemed to be my resolve. I didn’t regret much, saying those words to her and up until recently, I h

Bits of burning ashes stung his skin, but he lay unmoving, as his life flashed before his eyes, images and memories of the past spooling out before him. Strange that now in the face of death he felt no fear. Not for the pain, not for death itself. His only regret was that when his time came, there were so many things left unsaid, and there was still an issue left unsettled between him and the person who mattered most. He'd hurt her with his treachery and deceit, and he'd never had a chance to make it up to her. However, he took comfort in knowing that she was in safe hands. At least that he knew for sure.

"Three years of marriage and she couldn't spend one birthday with him? She doesn't deserve to mourn him." "Poor man. He deserved better." I almost laughed. Not because any of it was funny. But because the comments—both the ones defending her and the ones attacking her—were all wrong. Victoria wasn't mourning me. She was mourning the man who had loved her. The man who had given her everything and asked for nothing but honesty in return. She wasn't sad because I was gone. She was sad because she had finally realized what she had lost. And that wasn't love. That was regret.