It's Too Late For Regret 소설 & 이야기

Just a strange, quiet stillness. I thought maybe her regret was real. Maybe she truly suffered. But so what? She and I were nothing to each other now. The thread had been cut. The bridge had been burned. The man she was crying over didn't exist anymore. I closed the browser, locked the phone and put it in my drawer. Then I went back to the workbench, where Callie was waiting with a crooked wooden bridge that kept falling over. "Mr. Clark, look! The bridge is going to fall!"

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

"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.

His choked sobs. His regret. His unwillingness to let go. That night, he was no longer the confident, powerful president of Aureate, no longer the domineering young master of the Jackson family. He was just a heartbroken boy who broke his promise and lost the girl he loved. He wanted so badly to go back, to turn back time, to cut open his chest and show her his heart—to prove he would never make the same mistake again… But he also knew: there was no going back.

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.

At the impossible choice. But there was no choice. There had never been a choice. "Marcus," I said into the phone, my voice deadly calm. "Gather everyone. Every resource we have. Every contact. Every favor owed." "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking that Gregory Winters just made the worst mistake of his life." The elevator doors opened. I stepped in. "And I'm thinking that in 23 hours and 47 minutes, he's going to wish he'd never been born." The countdown continued. 23:46:43 23:46:42 23:46:41

“I should have just let her in last night when she was looking for a place to sleep.” “Regret never comes first, it always comes in the end,” I lifted my hand, touching my chin. “That one never gets old.” I kissed her forehead. “How about being happy for me, even just for today? I’ll talk to Gertrude to help her get-”

“Why should I apologize for something I never did, Rowan?” I asked calmly, even though the room was filled with tension. “You heard the horrible things she called me in front of everyone. Why doesn’t she apologize for insulting me first? Everyone here heard what she said.” Rowan’s face twisted with anger. “So what? Did she li—” “Enough!” Alpha Levi cut Rowan off, raising his large hand and leaving no room for argument. “The wedding is over. Everyone should go home now.”

The pain, resentment, and suffering that had consumed her soul for years had completely faded away, replaced by absolute emptiness. Ravelle slowly smoothed the folds of her dress before looking down at Kyle with eyes as cold as ice atop a mountain peak. "I'm sorry, Kyle," Ravelle said calmly—so calm that it felt utterly devastating to the hope he still clung to. "Your regret came far too late." Without waiting for a reply or Kyle's next hysterical cry, Ravelle slowly turned away. She did not look back even once. Erlan promptly draped the warm coat over Ravelle's shoulders, gently took her hand, and walked beside her as they headed back into the Branson residence.

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship