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

The day my father dies, my boyfriend, Heath Summers, is accompanying his true love for her prenatal checkup. I lose hope in him and ask for a breakup, but he thinks I'm just being jealous. He says, "Naomi's already miscarried thrice—it hasn't been easy for her to conceive this child. Stop being unreasonable." I've been with him for seven years, but it turns out I can't compare to his childhood sweetheart.

To Ginevra Matteo, daughter of one of the most powerful mafia Dons in Italy, the timid sixteen year old who had asked her out on Valentine's ten years ago was just another one of the casualties that her father had gotten rid of, and was nothing but a distant memory. Fate has more than one surprise for her when her father's cartel starts to face issues, and her father decides to join alliances with the most powerful mafia group in Italy, Brave Hearts, by getting her married to the Godfather. The Godfather, Leone Luciano, the same boy who had stood before her with flowers, now stood before her, sporting a gun, a wicked smile and even more wicked intentions, and he was by no means the sixteen year-old she once knew.

On the day of our bonding ceremony, my blood bound, Alaric, took the eternal vows with his true love right before my eyes—his true love, who had only a few years left to live. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “I arranged a wolf attack on Elara so that she couldn't arrive at the ceremony on time, and I’ll take the Eternal Vows with you first.” “By our Clan’s law, since I took the vows with you first, you are my legal wedlock, whereas Elara is just a mistress.” He added. Everyone cheered and blessed them as he pulled her in his arms and kissed her passionately. I witnessed all of this, but I didn't cry or kick up a fuss. I've loved Alaric for decades, but I still couldn’t compare to Celeste, a half-blood vampire, created by my father. If that's the case, I'll let him go. Later, I joined the mortal world far away from our Clan. All that I left behind was a miscarriage report with my baby’s DNA , who couldn’t survive the wolf attack they had planned for me. Alaric had never cared for me, so it's odd that he would lose his mind over the loss of a child I bore for him.

For four years, Clara Hayes Kingsley has endured a marriage built on cold indifference. Her billionaire husband, Cassian Kingsley, gave her his name but never his heart that still belongs to his first love, Vanessa Hale. He forgets their anniversaries, touches her only to satisfy his own needs, and warns her never to carry his child. When Vanessa returns to the city, Clara becomes a ghost in her own home. Every insult from Vanessa is excused. Every hurt is overlooked. Cassian sees it all and does nothing. Until Clara decides she's had enough. She leaves her wedding ring, signed divorce papers, and a short letter behind. No tears. No begging. Just silence. But when Cassian wakes to an empty penthouse, the wife he ignored for four years is suddenly the only woman he can think about. Now he's chasing the woman he rejected and Clara is done being anyone's second choice.

Dorian Ashford was the Empress' only son. From the moment he was born, he was destined to be the Crown Prince. However, after he fell in love with my sister, Celeste Vale, he decided to throw his title away and run off with her to live a simple life together. I could not stand watching him destroy his future, so I told the Empress everything. Dorian was confined to the palace and could not make it to meet Celeste. Later, she ended up getting killed by bandits. After Dorian took the throne, he did not hesitate to send me off to marry into an enemy nation as part of a political alliance. He said coldly, "Consider this repayment for your betrayal back then." In the end, I was brutally assaulted and killed by bandits on the road to that forced marriage. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to before any of this happened.

In the fifth year of my marriage with Caspian Hayes, I finally receive the wonderful news of being able to leave this world once and for all. In my last three days of existence, I decide to play the roles of the perfect wife and the silent mother Caspian and our son, Noah Hayes, want me to play. On the first day, Caspian complains that I'm not prim and proper enough, so he intends to attend the banquet with the fake heiress, Erin Winslow, as his date. I merely iron his suit without a word of complaint. On the second day, Noah doesn't like how nagging I am, so he throws a tantrum and demands to see Erin. With a smile on my face, I deliver him to Erin's doorstep. On the third day, my friend calls me on the phone. She asks me in a disappointed tone, "Aren't you worried that you might lose favor with them for real at this point?" I just smile wanly. "It's fine. I'll be going home soon anyway." That's when Caspian wheels around to look at me. For once, there's panic in his eyes. "Aren't you an orphan, Astrid? You don't have another home other than the one you have with me!"

I spent five years by Casey Fusco's side, turning him from a beggar in the slums to a mafia Don. On the second day he put on the family ring, his first love came knocking on our door with an ultrasound report. Casey pushed the divorce papers toward me with a sorry look on his face. "She's pregnant. I have to give her the position of Donna." My brethren tried to talk me out of doing something foolish, since I had nearly lost my life while trying to help him climb up the ranks. But contrary to their expectations, all I did was sign the papers calmly without making a fuss. "Congratulations on having your wish come true, Don Fusco."

When I'm about to apply for medical insurance for my son, Connor Sawyer, who's about to start his first year in kindergarten, I'm told that I'm not his biological father at all. "Are you sure this is your son? The system shows that his father is an entirely different person." I don't respond at all. Instead, I secretly take a photo of the unfamiliar-looking address before tracking it down. It turns out that it's actually a residential area right by my own. The moment my wife, Giselle Lambert, sees me, she freezes momentarily. At the same time, she blocks the door subconsciously with her hand. "In the end, you still found out about the truth. But there's no use kicking up a fuss, you know. I never mistreated you in any way over the past three years, after all." When I notice the familiar figure standing behind Giselle, I feel my limbs going cold. That person is actually my younger brother, Vincent Sawyer, who has just graduated from college. Vincent hands Giselle a glass of water before smiling at me apologetically. "Don't blame me, Hayden. The doctor says that I'm severely depressed, so I can't handle hearing a child's cries at all. I'm really thankful to you for raising Connor on my behalf in the past few years." At that moment, Connor, who's supposed to be waiting for me in my car, rushes into the apartment. He runs into Vincent's arms happily before turning to look at me. "Don't cry, Uncle Hayden. Daddy says you're a good person, so he's asked you for help. Mommy tells me that if I call you 'daddy' in your home, I'll get to visit my real daddy during the weekends."

On the night she expects her future to be sealed, Elara Sterling watches it shatter instead. Her fiancé betrays her. Her stepsister claims his child. And the life she built over ten years collapses in a single breath. But fate is not done with her. A single mistake—a wrong door, a locked room—throws her into the arms of Adrian Vale, a man feared by all and untouched by any. A man who cannot stand women… except her. Now, bound by a night neither of them can forget, Elara is pulled into a world of power, obsession, and dangerous desire. He wants answers. She wants freedom. But in a game where hearts are weapons and love is war… Who will fall first?

After five years of marriage, I received a wedding invitation from abroad. The groom is my husband, Arnold Willowstream. The bride is my younger sister, Yasmine Cooper. In disbelief, I decide to fly to Ainland and witness the wedding for myself. But the moment I see Arnold holding Yasmine and kissing her deeply, my heart shatters completely. Fireworks explode in the sky, and glowing words appear above—"Happy Marriage, Mr. Willowstream and Ms. Yasmine." In that instant, it feels like a blade piercing straight through my chest. Watching them look so happy together, I feel like I'm the one intruding on someone else's marriage. Love is a game for two—there's no room for a third. If he's already gotten married to someone else, what place do I have left in his life? Rather than waiting to be pushed out, I choose to walk away on my own and at least keep the last shred of dignity.