Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

Passers-by who saw us threw us curious glances. I dragged Leonard away and snarled through gritted teeth, "We're divorced now. Stay away from us!" He kept following me, muttering under his breath, "Gillian is just four years old. Can you bear for her to be fatherless? I was possessed and believed my parents' words. They paid for their wrongs. Take it as our compensation for you. Please give me one more chance, won't you?"

She wanted to make sure they stayed away from her and Anna from now on. "Instead of putting on this fake regret, you might as well keep your distance like you have for the past twenty-odd years. I'd actually think a little better of you that way." She didn't wait to see their reaction as she stood up and walked out. Her anger was genuine. They had broken Anna back then, and now, a few light words about regret were supposed to wipe the slate clean? Could regret turn back time? Could regret heal the wounds inflicted on Anna's heart?

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.

He got up, turning his back to Jessica, and adjusted his trousers irritably. Jessica's face darkened instantly. Frustration and jealousy exploded within her chest. “Why?! We haven't even finished, Kyle! What's wrong with you?!” Kyle did not answer. His eyes inadvertently drifted to his left wrist, where the replica watch Ravelle had given him that morning rested. For some reason, the watch felt incredibly heavy, as if it were binding his veins. “I need to get ready. Tonight I have to take Ravelle to a luxury restaurant to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. I don't have much time,” Kyle replied while running a frustrated hand through his hair.

The statement immediately captured her attention. Because regret had shaped so much of their lives. Adrian continued. “For years I regretted losing control.” A pause. “Then I regretted being wrong.” Another pause. His expression softened. “Now I regret wasting time.” The honesty felt profound. Because it reached the heart of everything. Time. The one thing nobody could recover. The one thing nobody could replace. Years lost. Conversations missed. Memories never created. Interesting. Very interesting. Ava understood exactly what he meant.

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.

“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.”

No one would come looking for me until it was too late. It seemed I was going to die without getting justice for my baby. Without finding my sister. Without ever knowing the full truth about what had happened to my life. I had so many regrets. The biggest was marrying James Whitmore in the first place. I had told myself I would never regret our marriage because of the good years we had shared, the moments when I had believed we were building something that would last. But I regretted it now. Regretted every second I had wasted on a man who could stand there and believe I was capable of orchestrating an assault on a pregnant woman.

"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

He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb. I watched, unmoved. The Caleb I once loved had never cared about my preferences, my comfort, or my feelings. This remorse felt like too little, too late. His shoulders shook, his voice barely a whisper, "Grace, I know I was wrong. Please, I’m begging you, come back. I was a fool. I shouldn’t have been so blind. I should have believed her." He clutched the urn tighter, his head hanging low. "I’ve avenged you. I made them pay. Can you… can you forgive me now?"