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

“I didn’t do this. I swear I’ll prove it’s fake.” Her eyes met his—wounded, tired, and burning with disbelief. “Your promises,” she whispered, “always leave new scars.” She turned away and walked off through the storm, leaving Adrian standing motionless in the rain, his heart sinking with every step she took. “Rosemary…” he whispered, the sound swallowed by thunder. Only the rain answered him—each drop like the echo of regret he could never wash away. --- Elsewhere, Casandra watched her phone screen as the headlines exploded.

“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.

When the fire trapped me, my Alpha mate, Graeme Blackwood, was throwing a birthday party for my little sister, Ayana. I was locked in the basement, trembling so violently my bones clattered against each other. When the flames first caught, I called him. Begged him. His voice was ice. "Evelyn, stop the act. It's Ayana's birthday. I'm not letting you out just so you can ruin it. Let her have her night. Once she's happy, I'll let you out." I tried to explain. With the last shred of strength I had, I called him again. He hung up on me. So I just watched. Watched the flames swallow everything.

She asked him while in tears whether he thought it mattered or not if she was dead. He had sneered and questioned her back, “Are you dead then?” Thinking about it now, what he said at the time must have brought her pain that pierced her heart. At this moment, however, the pain was piercing his heart a thousand times more. It was only after she died did he realize how important she was to him. ‘Madeline, I regret it. ‘But you didn’t even give me a chance to regret it. ‘I’ve lost.’ He smiled bitterly while looking at the rainy night sky. His eyes heated up quietly.

"When you stared me in the eyes longer than twenty seconds. I just didn't think you would decide so quickly." "Heh!" Larry chuckled, his heart cold and freezing over. He had already turned blue from the cold and he could barely breathe. He continued nonetheless. "Now that we are both dying, I think my greatest regret is ever listening to you." Ruthless sneered even as the black blood had already covered him. "And I. I regret nothing. I am glad I used you to kill her." "Heh!" Larry chuckled again. "That's what you think." And with that said, Larry froze over completely. Two seconds later,

“You are worth more than ten of me.” Vivian shook her head violently. “Stop talking like this. You are not dying. Do you hear me? You are not dying.” He smiled again, softer this time. “I have no regrets.” His gaze lingered on her face with aching tenderness. “Except one.” Her sobbing quieted into ragged breaths. “I regret not meeting you sooner,” he said. “I regret not telling you every day how much I love you.” My throat tightened painfully. Tears blurred my vision as I pressed trembling fingers over the cursed mark, still trying to fight it, still refusing to surrender. Silver light flickered weakly against the black stain and vanished each time.

Why is regret always late? He’d warned me more than once, and I ignored him every damn time. I kept charging forward, knowing full well where it could lead. And now it was too late to back away. I forced a smile, shoving the thought down, refusing to let it ruin what little time we had left. This wasn’t the moment to spiral over something that hadn’t even happened yet. I hopped onto the pool’s edge, bringing myself eye level with him. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him flush against me.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and felt a deep sense of regret wash over her. If only she hadn’t been so foolish as to trust Hubert. If only she had been more cautious. Perhaps she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. Regret gnawed at her, but she knew—it was already too late. Hubert, oblivious to the storm raging inside her, merely relished the fear on her face. He chuckled, the sound carrying the arrogance of a victor. "Come now, sweetie. It’s time for us to get a little... closer."

It was to move forward and try to leave the dark past behind. Elice touched her hair, smiled and nodded in agreement. "I regret it. I should have dyed it long ago." Wilda also touched Elice's hair, feeling its softness and examining it more closely. As if to satisfy her curiosity about her daughter's new hair color. "This is how regret works. We only realize it after it has happened. After it's all over." Elice confirmed this. There were many things that made her realize that regrets always come after everything is over.