Regret Came Too Late Novels & Stories

Not our divorce. His regret.

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

Now she knew she'd been horribly wrong all this time, and regret was catching up to her. Hazel's regret didn't delight her parents. Instead, they held her in utter contempt. "It's too late for regrets now, I'm afraid," Stefan grunted darkly. He thought, 'Curse her! Regret? After all this time? After he cut all ties with you?'

I looked out the window, watching the skyline fade. New York. The city that had broken and healed me all in one breath. As the wheels left the ground, I felt that familiar sting in my chest... the bittersweet ache of knowing this chapter was closing. When I turned back to him, Liam was already watching me. “Do you regret any of it?” I asked suddenly. He blinked. “What?” “Us. This trip. Everything that happened here.” “Not a second,” he said firmly. “Even if tomorrow the whole world finds out, I still wouldn’t regret a thing.”

The music kept drifting in from the porch like nothing had happened at all. And I stood there, a man who had spent ten years training himself not to care what anyone else considered important, caught entirely on one thought. I was absolutely Annabelle had no regrets whatsoever and, inconveniently, neither did I.

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

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.

No one showed pity for those three people. Stella had been watching this quietly. She took a few sips of tea, and a cold look flashed across her eyes. This happened in her past life too. However, it was before she got married, and Eric had been out of the country. Noel did not stand by her side but barged into the old mansion with the Taylors. Old Mr. Chilton's heart softened after listening to the Taylors crying. He berated Noel's parents. Even though Noel's parents apologized, they found a new reason to kick out the Taylors not long after they returned home.