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

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.

"He absolutely regretted it." The answer came immediately. "At first he was ecstatic to find Lydia gone and then he spent years trying to convince me to marry after that." A faint smile appeared. "The irony is that after driving her away, he became desperate for grandchildren." That earned a small laugh from Celina. "He never got them." I sighed before speaking again. “You know, he apologized before his death." The memory remained vivid. An old man who was full of regrets, wishing he could undo his mistakes. Unfortunately life rarely granted such opportunities.

He would never beg for his life. I sighed. “Matt, please just go away. I don’t have time to deal with all this now. I don’t want to have lunch with you, and there’s nothing to talk about or make right between us. I’m beginning to get irritated by all this.” “Meadow, there’s a lot to talk about between us, and you know it. I know I messed up seven years ago. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought about you. Please, I just need another chance to make it up to you. I just want us to start afresh,” he said, walking closer to me.

I treated Judy like shit when we were married to each other under the lies which I believed from Claire. Every memory of it came back sharper when I was alone, like my instincts refused to let me forget. Later in the years, I married Claire to divorce Judy. Then later even after that, I found out the truth. How wouldn’t I try everything I can to rectify the wrongs I have done? Regret was not even a strong enough word anymore. It felt deeper, like something that stayed in the bones. For this movie premiere and knowing fully well that Judy would be in attendance, I made sure to be there before the event began.

My feet had gotten a distance away too. However, the name he unexpectedly called drew me back. "Missdra?" I hesitated in my movement and stole a peek at him. I discovered he was on a phone call, looking nervous, tensed and sad, but those eyes were on me. That was the name he used to refer to me and hearing that for a long while got me jinxed. Before I could blink those eyes, he hastily walked past me, our eyes briefly locked on each other. His eyes read so much, even though they were quick, he was desperate, nervous, pained and puzzled.

“Every man lives with one regret or another for the rest of his life.” “This is yours to live with.” Ultima Rawson carried his regret, however great, and however costly, having lost his one true mate. He would live with it. Sigewuf would be the one regret he’d carry to his grave.

He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb. I watched, unmoved. The Caleb I once loved had never cared about my preferences, my comfort, or my feelings. This remorse felt like too little, too late. His shoulders shook, his voice barely a whisper, "Grace, I know I was wrong. Please, I’m begging you, come back. I was a fool. I shouldn’t have been so blind. I should have believed her." He clutched the urn tighter, his head hanging low. "I’ve avenged you. I made them pay. Can you… can you forgive me now?"