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

"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.

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.

After she was intimate with her husband, Derrick Gladwin, Celine Clarkson headed to the bathroom to clean up. Then the closet door swung open. Jenny Dlay—Celine's best friend—popped out, laughing like crazy. "Wow, Cece. You act all innocent, but you still make that face when things get good? I'm dead." Jenny rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, mocking the way Celine had bitten her lip and trembled. Celine went pale and froze. Jenny didn't care. She strutted over, went up on her toes, and hooked an arm around Derrick's neck, her nails brushing through his Adam's apple. "Okay, Ricky. Didn't know you had that in you. You seriously wore her out." She smirked. "Almost feel bad for he

My dad had been conned by three women in his lifetime. The first broke his heart. The second left him bankrupt. The third got him killed. The day I buried him, I swore I would never make the same mistakes he had. When Eloise Russell asked whether I was interested in becoming her kept man, I pulled out a contract and started negotiating my price. One of her best friends laughed and said, "Traditional gold diggers pretend they don't care about money. They play hard to get so they can squeeze out more later. The new generation just puts a price tag on themselves right away. Now that's smart." I ignored the sarcasm in her voice and focused on calculating how long it would take me to save en

After my wife, Serenity, forced me to kneel, apologize, and admit to plagiarism at the press conference for my new cancer drug, I finally gave up on her. From that day on, I became everything she'd ever wanted in a husband. I stopped questioning her whereabouts or taking an interest in her life. I even turned a blind eye to her affair with my graduate student, Darryl. Even when Darryl maliciously deleted all the research data for my experimental drug, I didn't lose my temper. I simply accepted reality and shut down my lab. Serenity was pleased with my silence and understanding. A few days later, Serenity stumbled upon the news that her mother, Trinity, had cancer, but I was nowhere

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.”