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

This man, who had been eating like a pig, hadn’t killed himself in the past. A month later, he suddenly decided to kill himself. Zachary lowered his gaze slightly and told Roy to clean things up. He hung up the phone and said to Frank, “What’s the point of him showing deep regret to me now? If he really cared, why didn’t he die with his beloved back then?” Frank didn’t comment. Luthor was a pretentious man. So pretentious that he even believed his own act. “What about the Joseph family?” “What do you think?”

Emily. My life has never been more miserable than it is now, I had thought I had it all. That getting Gwen’s property was my best plan, I had thought I would get away with it but I was wrong. I started regretting my decisions the day after Ian left, I haven’t seen him since then and he hasn’t bothered to come visit either. I kept telling myself that I should not have done what I did, I shouldn’t have taken Jason out of his house that day. I should have closed my eyes to the past—to how he treated me and then moved on with him.

Only ice-cold certainty. He'd regret this. They both would.

Mark staggered into the morgue, his colleague's supportive grip the only thing keeping him upright. His face had gone ashen, matching the cold walls around him. Looking at my mutilated body, a low growl escaped his throat. It was the sound of a man whose world had just shattered. I watched him curiously. Why did he seem so pained? Shouldn't my death be what he had secretly wished for? After all, I was the obstacle between him and his precious Emma.

“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.

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

I said it with a heavy heart as I stared at his horrible position. "It's normal for living beings to die... But she's my fucking woman!!! Why would she have to die?" He screamed, earning a look of pity from me. His tears fall like silent raindrops, each one a testament to the agony that grips his soul. Memories of her linger like a haunting melody, each note a piercing reminder of what once was. The weight of his regret is a heavy burden, crushing his spirit with each passing moment. I hope he will get through this hard 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."