Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

I frowned, if it’s a problem, doesn’t that mean it can be fixed? I started to feel a sliver of hope. “Then tell me. What is it? What exactly are you so unhappy about?” But she just said, “Too late.” That flicker of hope? Gone. Snuffed out like a match. I felt like something dark had swallowed me whole. Too late? How can it be too late? Three years. Three real, messy, loving years—wasn’t that worth even a second of hesitation? I’d already dropped my pride for her. I was practically begging. But she didn’t even glance back. Just turned away—cold, silent, gone.

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

“Leo, you heartless bastard! I lost everything because of you, and now you’re leaving me?” He didn’t even try to soften the blow. “I pursued you back then because you were the CEO of Jackson Group, and you could’ve given me a luxurious life. But now? You’re nothing. You’re just a washed-up woman who mooches off me all day. What am I? Your mom? Why should I support you?” They got into a violent argument. In a fit of rage, Selena pushed him off the second-floor balcony, and he died on the spot. As a consequence, she was arrested and sentenced to life in prison for involuntary manslaughter.

Three days before my mating ceremony, my brothers called my adopted sister and me into the Moon Hall to draw lots for our future mates. The silver token meant Noah Hale, my childhood sweetheart. The black token meant Alpha Kieran Blackwood, a dying man from a northern pack. As the younger sister, Ivy drew first. She got Noah. My brothers looked relieved. “You’re the daughter of a former Alpha and Luna,” Adrian said. “Blackridge will respect your bloodline. If Kieran dies, they’ll send you home safely.” Then he looked at Ivy, the orphaned daughter of the man who had once saved our parents. “Ivy has no family left. Blackridge might look down on her. We can’t send her there alone.” Even Noah ag

"I spent twelve of those years thinking you were dead. I grieved you. I grieved you at the funeral that wasn't real, in the cemetery where there was no grave, and then I spent the years after that grieving you again in a quieter way, the way you grieve things that you eventually have to accept will never be recovered." Elena's jaw tightened. She was holding herself very deliberately still. "And the whole time," I said, "you were in Milan checking an email inbox every single day." "Every single day," she said. We looked at each other across the small distance of the living room floor and I understood that we were both going to have to carry this, the years of it, the weight of what was done t

His gaze dropped to the floor, and I noticed how his fist clenched on his lap. “I came back too late. I felt it too late. She was gone. Just like that. Wasn't even there when she breathed her last." I glanced down, trying to ignore the urge to spread my arms and draw him into my embrace. "I’m so sorry.” He looked at me and shook his head. “It’s been fifteen years.” He gave a small, light chuckle. “But it felt like yesterday, the regret, the ache. I felt pathetic." Pathetic.

"Wanna get laid?" "RuNE…" "We won't remember. We are both high." She swallowed. "I'll lock my door now, and we'll forget this happened." He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. That too." But thirty minutes later, he was deep in her sheath, merging sweat and bodies and ecstasy they never imagined they could get from each other. Hours later, as they listened to their silence in the darkness, he laughed, "We'll regret tomorrow, won't we?" She shifted so her back faced him, shutting her eyes. The regret was presently at work. What the hell had she done?!

His eyes were drizzling like a stream. He couldn't find any way to console himself. There was nothing left except regret. The someone, whom he had loved, had lost her life because of his hasty decisions. He didn't think for a second that Ivana could ever betray him. But no, he didn't think about another aspect of this coin. His regret was dripping with each tear.