It's Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

"I messed up. You're better than this. Just let me go!" Eric yanked her back a step, pale and wrecked. "Lena, I screwed up." I stepped out of the elevator, baby bump out, Shelby and my legal team right behind me. Briana lost it. "Lena, I swear I've changed! I'm begging you!" I stopped. Looked down at both of them. Zero sympathy. "Briana, I'm not a rehab center." Calm. Cold. She stepped closer, jaw tight. "We've paid enough. I got kicked out, Eric too. We're broke. What else do you want?"

I ruined that smile, that laughter, that joy! I ruined her and then I ruined it all! My jaw tightens slightly at the memory, the familiar weight settling into my chest like something that has long since made itself at home there. Regret is an interesting thing. It doesn’t ever fade, It sharpens and the longer you live, the deeper it cuts. And I have lived long enough to understand that there is no redemption waiting for me at the end of this. Only repetition. Only her. Again! And again. And again.

And it ends up being worse because the tears are filled with regret and the feeling of being too late. Because is. It's too late. Generally, those who decide to move forward without looking back are because they have rethought many times before. He's tried, he's already had a dialogue, he's already demonstrated it once, twice, hundreds of times and had no response. You've had your pillow wet several times.

And I didn’t know if he would ever give me the chance to explain that the cruelest thing I said that night, the lie I hid behind had been the loudest proof of how much he meant to me. I looked up at the sky, blinking back tears. “I didn’t want to lose you,” I whispered into the night. But I already had. And for the first time since all of this began, I understood the truth completely: Regret doesn’t arrive quietly. It arrives when it’s already too late. And all you can do is stand in the wreckage of your own words, hoping against all reason that something you broke can still be rebuilt.

"Josie... If I had realized my mistakes earlier, if we had gone to register our marriage... do you think the ending would have been different?" Josie paused. She turned to look at him—really look at him. And for a moment, ten years of memories surged up like a tidal wave, pulling her under. Finally, she spoke. "But there's no such thing as 'if.'" There is no medicine for regret. What's done is done. The past cannot be rewritten. "Graham, there's no going back in life. It's time to look forward."

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

I needed more time. But, he did not give me a chance to explain. And I looked really desperate. Before he closed the door, I said to him while I whimper in pain trying to stand, “I wish I had never met you, Vincent Verdi. I hate you! You will regret what you did to me today. I will never forget this” He paused for a moment to look at me one more time and slammed the door shut. That was when I realised, he will never love me.

"If you must know the truth, I was just looking over some old medical files from my time at the clinic seven years ago, and seeing those old documents brought back a lot of painful memories regarding the baby I lost before Derek took everything else from me." ​"I am sorry that you had to go through that loss alone while that thief was using your family name to build his business, Emma, and I want you to know that I do not intend to let him keep a single asset by the time we return to Manhattan," Nathan murmured, his deep voice softening significantly as he reached across the leather cushions to place his hand over mine, his thumb gently brushing against the back of my wrist in that slow, com

Quickly, she stepped forward to plead again. “Sir, she’s just a foolish girl who didn’t know any better. I swear I’ll deal with her when we get home. Please, for my sake, just let this slide.” I told her, “Mrs. Jackson, I’ve gone my whole life without anyone ever daring to lay a finger on me or curse at me. If I let this go today, how could I possibly swallow that kind of humiliation?” Daisy’s face fell. She realized there was no saving the situation.