Too Late For Regret Chinese Drama นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Wanna get laid?" "RuNE…" "We won't remember. We are both high." She swallowed. "I'll lock my door now, and we'll forget this happened." He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. That too." But thirty minutes later, he was deep in her sheath, merging sweat and bodies and ecstasy they never imagined they could get from each other. Hours later, as they listened to their silence in the darkness, he laughed, "We'll regret tomorrow, won't we?" She shifted so her back faced him, shutting her eyes. The regret was presently at work. What the hell had she done?!

“Sancia, I know I have no right to ask for forgiveness. I just wanted to tell you that I truly regret everything. If I could turn back time, I would love you properly and never let you suffer.” Listening to him, I felt nothing. Only calm. “Caino,” I said evenly. “The past is over. I am doing well now. Cassio loves me, cherishes me, and protects me. I hope from now on, you will not appear in my life again.” I hung up and blocked the number. Caino’s regret came too late. His love was too cheap, too selfish. I wanted nothing to do with it. Cassio took my hand and wiped away my tears.

“A-Actually, when you told me that you love Adira, I was so hurt. So, I think perhaps… perhaps I realized that I love you a bit late. So, I regretted not holding your hand when I had the chance.” “...” Not saying anything, Chadwick’s eyes fell at the hand that was holding his. It is the hand that he longed to hold for years. With a faint smile on his lips, Chadwick removed her grip from his. “There is a reason why the words ‘regret’ and ‘late’ are called that way.” After saying that, Chadwick turned around and left her crying without any regrets. He went back to the cottage, expecting to see his wife at the same place. But the bonfire is gone, either Adira.

For five years, I let my husband’s fated mate take whatever she wanted. My place beside him. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a broken family had to be better than no family at all. It wasn’t. On the tenth anniversary of the bond my husband and I chose for ourselves, he canceled our ceremony and told me his fated mate would be taking my place beside him. Then my son gave her the Luna necklace his father had once given me and told me she was his real mate. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago. No matter how much of mysel

The other voice said: you did the right thing. The initial voice hissed: you will regret it, you will definitely regret it, Xiao Heng! "NO! I will never regret it!" Xiao Heng's fist, smashed hard on the ground, and was stained with many more glass fragments, but he didn't feel any pain, he only felt the pain of his heart being torn raw! At this moment, he absolutely did not think that compared to the present pain, that future long regret, is the most abrasive. Years later, Xiao Heng said to Shen Xiujin:

And every time I refused to go, it had only earned Adrian's anger. "Look at Mrs. Carter's daughter in law,” the old woman went on, her tone rising. "Didn't she just get married and look, she's already pregnant. But you? Five years and nothing to show for it” I finished wiping the table and straightened slowly, plastering a fake smile on my face. “I will prepare dinner now." Her eyes roamed my body, stopping at my stomach. " At least try to do something right for once” The moment I closed the kitchen door, I released the tears. I let myself feel for a moment before I wiped my eyes.

Flashback Continues: Maya's words echoed oddly inside the old walls that Sophia had carefully repaired. Regrets, it turned out, were simple to hold onto—especially once the most precious parts of life began slipping away. “It may look as though she has everything with you now, Julian,” Maya started, her tone laced with warning, “but mark my words, regret will eventually arrive. She is young and swept up in her feelings. In time, when clarity returns and she starts relying on reason instead of impulse, she will see what she is missing. And Julian, I hate to say it, but why would you want her to carry the troubles that shadow your existence?

he muttered to himself. Daisy rushed to the crematorium. When she saw that the body had already been sent into the incinerator, she collapsed to the ground and sank into despair. She was filled with regret for not cherishing me more. "Luke, was this how you felt when your mother was sent into the incinerator?" she murmured. … An hour later, a staff member came out carrying an urn. Daisy rushed forward to take it, but was stopped by the staff. "What are you doing? You're not a family member of the deceased."

If only I could turn back time, I would love her and cherish her more than I ever did and never make the same stupid mistakes again. However, there was no going back. The past could never be undone. They sat in their house and guarded their endless regret as they watched the seasons change outside the window. The house eventually grew cold and desolate, and they just wasted away their twilight years day by day. I would occasionally hear updates about them from Sonya—that their health was deteriorating and they were still consumed by regret. I didn't feel any love or hatred toward them. It was a neutral feeling, like I was just hearing about people I didn't really care about anymore.

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.