Regret Came Too Late Novels & Stories

During a shootout on a rainy night in New York, I took a bullet meant to kill my husband, Alvis Sartori. While I fought for my life on the operating table, he ran into Althea Sartori at the end of the hospital hallway. She was his adopted sister, and she'd been gone for years. She'd once sold secrets to a rival faction and nearly cost Alvis his place as heir to the Sartori family. Now she said she had cancer. Her dying wish was to marry Alvis. So the moment I opened my eyes, he handed me divorce papers. "Althea has three months to live, at most. I can't let her die with regrets." I froze and stared at him in disbelief. Just then, Alvis's parents, Richard and Mia Sartori, pushed the door open

I could feel from my skin that Kira is somewhere eavesdropping behind the studio door, but ensuring to hold her breath like this could be compared to a soap opera and if she couldn’t afford to miss a single line. I finally got the courage to sit facicing the woman who gave birth to me but decided it best to abandon me over a decade without caring how I'm faring. “Why coming back now?” I asked. She smiled faintly like they could wipe out all the bitter memory she subjected me to. “Because, from history, regret had been known to always show up late. Always does every single time.” I almost scoffed at her dumb answer.“You were always late for everything, don't justify if because it's part of

Nothing is more devastating than returning home only to be presented with divorce papers by your own husband. Unfortunately, that is the reality for Kathleen Johnson. She tries to change his mind by reasoning that she is pregnant with his child, not expecting that he would so emotionlessly tell her to have an abortion. Their relationship doesn't involve mutual feelings anyway, for her husband Samuel Macari has another woman in his life, whom he deems as his savior. However, when Kathleen finally agrees to divorce him, he finds himself reluctant to do so. Hence, he holds on. When things go south, she loses her trust in him. After their divorce, can he win her back? Can he make her fall for

"It was my own foolishness… One moment of greed, one wrong thought, and I reached for something I never should have. And now, my children suffer for my mistakes. Regret comes too late. The world truly does repay what it is owed." Carissa hesitated for just a second, then continued on her way without a word.

Adrian had posted a photo collage on Facebook. In the center photo, he held up a crystal champagne flute, gazing tenderly at Vivian beside him. Behind them stood the twin crib I had assembled the night before, hunched over my aching belly until three in the morning. The caption read: "Old friends reunited. Ten years feels like a dream. Tonight, we drink till we drop." A single tear finally slid from the corner of my eye. Inside me, the babies who had been kicking so fiercely went terrifyingly still.

On the day of our engagement party, my fiancée showed up with her ex-boyfriend in matching outfits. Then she took the microphone and made a very public declaration. "Lance, even if I'm engaged, my heart will always belong to you." Every head in the room turned my way, and it was obvious they were all enjoying the show. I calmly slipped off my suit jacket and gave a small smile. "Well, the stage is already set. Why not make this your engagement party instead?"

"Please, Lyla. I am nothing without you." I gently took a step back, placing an insurmountable distance between us. "No, Lucian," I replied, my voice firm and immutable as the mountains around us. "You brought the storm that broke her. I will not bring that storm back into her memory. My love for Jenna lives here, untouched by your regret." I looked into his eyes one last time, offering neither forgiveness nor curse. "Return to your road, Lucian. Live with what you have done. But leave us be."

After successfully completing the mission, I return to my original world. I awaken from my vegetative state to find my now-grown children waiting at my bedside. My husband pulls me into a tight embrace. My parents and mother-in-law are overcome with tears of joy. Just as I'm about to say goodbye to the System and choose to remain in my original world, a woman who looks almost exactly like me pushes open the door. My children rush over to her, calling her "Mommy" affectionately. Everyone looks at me awkwardly. The woman gives me a provocative smile. I stop the System. "Let me think about whether I want to stay here."

He couldn’t give me back the birthdays I spent feeling forgotten. He couldn’t give me back the mornings I sat across from him at breakfast while he barely looked at me. He couldn’t give me back the years I spent wondering what was wrong with me. And he couldn’t undo the day he handed me divorce papers while I was carrying his child. I kept reading. ~Regret. The single word sat alone on the line. I stared at it for several seconds. Then I read the next line. ~Regret is the only thing I can do at this point.

“One bad review. One big fight with my old man. Then I started working at the bank. Just like that, the dream got left behind.” There was pain behind his words, the kind that lingers for years. Regret was heavy in his voice, not loud but undeniable. “I regret it every single day, Sil,” he said, finally meeting my eyes. “Every goddamn day. I should’ve kept playing.” Silence fell between us again. Not awkward this time. Just… full. I reached out and touched his hand gently. “It’s never too late, Ed.” He gave me a half-smile. “Tell that to my forty-something bones.”