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

“I will never forgive myself, Isabelle and if I don’t, we can’t do this.” I took a long moment before thinking of what to say. “Answer me something and then you’ll see why you should.” He looked at me. “What?” “Did you regret it then, or are you only regretting it now?” He closed his eyes, as if recalling the moments everything happened. “I…” He breathed out and then took a deep breath in. “I did it once, Isabelle, and I—I felt so bad about it, but it was too late and there was nothing to do anymore. I regretted it the second I was done.”

“The man who claimed her was stronger than me. In every way that mattered.” That answer didn’t sound like just strength. It sounded like defeat. “I was already late,” he said. Something in his eyes looked heavier now. Not just sadness. Regret. Deep regret. I swallowed slowly. “That doesn’t mean you were weak,” I said gently. “Maybe she wasn’t meant to be yours.” He looked at me. I had slight dizziness but I quickly pushed it away. And I continued, softer this time. “Your destined mate can be delayed,” I said, “but can never be denied.”

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I… I just can't believe Maria is really gone just like that," Richard said, laughing bitterly. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who ruined the good life she should have had. If I had cared more about her and treated her better… If I had been honest sooner and told her everything… Then maybe, things wouldn't have ended like this." He clenched his fists. People always said you should not wait until you lose something to regret it, but he had always believed that would never happen to him and Maria.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

“—it was because she was supposed to be dead a long time ago.” That’s what he can recall. Looking back, Greg knew he made one of the biggest mistakes in his life. He never failed, but to get devour more than the person, who should be your prey is something he couldn’t admit. But the lament he felt will all get disregard. The regret for the plotted death would soon be put in vain. A fruitless attempt to save himself, and for the child, he knew won’t ever see him again. ‘I’m sorry, Yna,’ He whispered solemnly, anguish grip his chest right before he felt something sharp that draw much deeper to where his heart was.

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

"Are you regretting it?" "Regretting what?" "Making this agreement." "Not really." I shook my head lightly, feeling a bit lost. "Originally, I agreed to it to make him give up sooner. But now I'm wondering, if I had clarified things with him earlier, would it have saved him some time?" "Please, he didn’t give up even when you were married."