Regret Came Too Late の小説・ストーリー

Why is regret always late? He’d warned me more than once, and I ignored him every damn time. I kept charging forward, knowing full well where it could lead. And now it was too late to back away. I forced a smile, shoving the thought down, refusing to let it ruin what little time we had left. This wasn’t the moment to spiral over something that hadn’t even happened yet. I hopped onto the pool’s edge, bringing myself eye level with him. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him flush against me.

Arga keep apologizing to me and kissing me. I'm speechless. The saying goes - regret always comes too late.

Regret surged within her like a rising tide, making her chest ache. Tears slid silently down her beautiful face. “Henry, goodbye.” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. “If there is a next life... I will make you and Rose pay.” And this time, Margaret would never be foolish enough to love Henry again.

He was a blubbering mess as he pleaded desperately, "Willow, I'm so sorry. Please help me make one more wish and make all my wealth come back, okay? Just one last wish. Once you make it, we'll get married right away, okay?" I shook off his hand, suddenly finding the situation laughable. Five years ago, the man who knelt before Augustus' door still carried a trace of dignity. But now, the man in front of me, who had snot and tears streaming down his face, was nothing more than a hollow shell eaten away by greed. I let out a cold laugh. "Connor, don't you know that my wishes are limited? You probably don't know this either—my 100th wish was to return everything to its original state. Your weal

"I admit it! I regret everything! I was stupid! I thought I liked Lynn. The truth was, I had already fallen in love with you. When you left, it took me only half a year of being with Lynn to regret my decision. Zachary and I tried to look for you. Can you please come home with us?" I regretted my decision to head out alone to get some contact lenses. Who knew that I would end up meeting that wretched man again? "My wedding celebration is tomorrow. I don't want to waste time arguing with you. Get out of my face!" "I've made mistakes in the past, Mabel. But everyone would have made mistakes. Please give me a chance. I..." Quinton looked at me affectionately and reached out to try to hug me. Un

I treated Judy like shit when we were married to each other under the lies which I believed from Claire. Every memory of it came back sharper when I was alone, like my instincts refused to let me forget. Later in the years, I married Claire to divorce Judy. Then later even after that, I found out the truth. How wouldn’t I try everything I can to rectify the wrongs I have done? Regret was not even a strong enough word anymore. It felt deeper, like something that stayed in the bones. For this movie premiere and knowing fully well that Judy would be in attendance, I made sure to be there before the event began.

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

For the life I had lived—a life where I gave everything and got nothing in return. My vision dimmed, as I felt the last of my strength slipping away. And in that final moment, I regretted everything. Every choice, every sacrifice. I regretted not leaving sooner. Then, the world went dark.

He’d missed her so much that he couldn’t help himself and came inside her for the first time since they started having sex. He couldn’t control it and the moment he pulled out, he thought he was going to regret it. But he didn’t. As he cleaned her up, his cum dripped out and he remembered pushing it back in, a possessive feeling settling deep inside of him at the sight. He remembered envisioning her pregnant with his child. He had told Genevieve that he never came inside her, but that was a lie. He did once, and he didn’t regret it. What if…what if that one time led to something? He shook his head, the thought vanishing as quickly as it came.

"I think he finally did." I nodded slowly. "Too late doesn't mean nothing," I said. "It just means too late." He looked at me. "My mother used to say regret was just understanding arriving after the invoice," I said. "You still pay. You just don't get what you paid for." "She sounds like someone worth knowing." "She is." I paused. "I keep using the present tense and then remembering I haven't seen her yet." I looked at my hands. "I know she's there. I know she's waiting. I just—"