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

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.

she responded. "Um, never mind, please excuse me," I said, about to take my glass and walk away, when she pulled me back and almost leaned in for a kiss. “Come on, why are you resisting me?” she whispered while I pulled away. "I believe you know; please excuse me," I said before walking away. “Diego Myers I hope you do not come back when you have regrets; we both know how difficult it is to find a woman like me," she said.

“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.

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.

Her words have meaning behind it. “I... since your death, I have regretted it many times. Please I’m sorry Barrett, that night...” he paused and the suffering he felt that night resurfaced back his wounds. “You don’t have to be sorry, because I know.” Still smiling it hurts him more. “No, it’s my fault that night you fell.” “It is my decision.” She replied, reaching to his face to wipe his tears away, “Thank you for being my first love Maynard and for letting me feel how to be loved.” Past tense.

"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,

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.