Novel & Cerita Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death

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.

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

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?"

Lamont felt a wave of heat wash over him. Lena’s sweet words melted him completely. “Forget her, okay? “Let’s start over.” Lamont remained silent for a long time. He closed his eyes and did not refuse Lena’s approaching lips. My soul was trapped in midair. I was forced to watch my husband—the man I had always believed was utterly devoted to me and would never betray me—begin an affair with his former lover, just days after my death. That afternoon, he had been overcome with grief at the sight of my body. Yet by nightfall, he had entirely forgotten about me.

“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.

Now she knew she'd been horribly wrong all this time, and regret was catching up to her. Hazel's regret didn't delight her parents. Instead, they held her in utter contempt. "It's too late for regrets now, I'm afraid," Stefan grunted darkly. He thought, 'Curse her! Regret? After all this time? After he cut all ties with you?'

I heard it when I was seven years old when I saw the first dead person I'd ever seen: eyes open, blood pooling on the barn floor. In my profession, regret is easy to come by. They piled up, each sapping a man's resolve. I don't have many regrets; until now, I only had one following me. I regretted Dianna when she married my uncle Vincent. Recently, and more than that, I regret signing for Gallena. I want her twin. On my bed. Stick on the wall. Kneel.

I ask carefully. “Do I regret what?” He asks as he searches my face for some sort of sign as to what I was referring to. “This… What we did… Because it’s messy and it’s complicated and it’s not fair to you.” His face turned completely cold and I expected the worst of explanations and responses as to why he was no longer interested in pursuing this or continuing any further - I wouldn’t blame him. “No. The only regret that I have is that I waited over ten years to say anything.”

She hated the idea of ​​leaving Sophia alone, addicted to work, again. With her heart pounding, she looks at the phone ringing and runs to answer it. - Baby, I missed your voice so much. "Hello, my angel. Only my voice?" - No. I miss you a lot too. "What are you doing?" - I've just finished packing almost the entire house. "Great. This is a sign that you have no regrets.” - I didn't regret it. And you? Did you regret it? “I only regret not having met you years ago. I lost half of my life without you. But one thing I know. Better later than never. I will never regret having you by my side.”

“But for now, forgiveness is still impossible. Forgiveness will be a sign for me to finally let him go. And I won’t. I won’t. Because the mourning that I have right now or for the past year, won’t still suffice to what he truly deserves. In the first place, you’ve never been there. And to be exact, you are certainly the one who caused his death.” He didn’t know how long he had to spend absorbing all her words. All that was running through his mind were the words slowly lingering – no, imprinted in his heart, mind, and soul… forever. He was full of regrets in his life, but this was the deepest and most sorrowful regret that he knew he had ever experienced.