Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

Betrayed, Margaret Walker was pushed down the stairs by her husband’s mistress, ending her life, along with that of her unborn child, in blood and tears. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the past, returning to one week before her engagement to Henry. This time, Margaret has only one goal in life: to make Henry and his mistress pay a hundredfold. From destroying the engagement party and exposing Henry’s disgusting infidelity, Margaret sets out to seduce his enemy, Arthur Bennett, in order to bring about his complete downfall and strip him of everything. But fate always has other arrangements. Margaret’s plan for revenge gradually spirals out of control

There was a few silence for few seconds as he was absorbing my each and every word. "I wish I could tell them how much I love them and how much thankful I am for them one last time. I just missed my chance and still regretting it," Aiden said in a low voice. A tear escaped from my eye on the sound of Aiden's broken voice. How can someone hurt a beautiful angel like him this much? This regrettion phase happens with everyone. I've heard many stories where people were unable to tell how they felt for thier loved ones. And then it becomes too late to confess and the regret stays with the person forever.

"Alex doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t say anything to him, okay?" Ivory nodded. "I promise, I'll not mention this in front of him." "Thanks," Eric gave her a look which Ivory couldn't find a name yet, "When you love someone, don’t waste time Ivory, don’t let your pride or fear stop you. When it’s too late, no amount of regret will bring them back, I wasted time, maybe if I was quicker, I might've got more time to spend with her rather than crying for her, atleast I got six months to be with her now, though it'll be a lifelong regret later, do you want to regret too?"

And I didn’t know if he would ever give me the chance to explain that the cruelest thing I said that night, the lie I hid behind had been the loudest proof of how much he meant to me. I looked up at the sky, blinking back tears. “I didn’t want to lose you,” I whispered into the night. But I already had. And for the first time since all of this began, I understood the truth completely: Regret doesn’t arrive quietly. It arrives when it’s already too late. And all you can do is stand in the wreckage of your own words, hoping against all reason that something you broke can still be rebuilt.

“It’s too late to regret that now.” “I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it one bit!”

Of course she did. But regret did not rebuild trust. Regret did not erase images. Regret did not promise she wouldn’t choose someone else tomorrow. --- And yet— if she called right now and said, Come back— he would go. He knew it. That was the tragedy. --- Love had made them both late. She was late to choose him. He was late to realize she was everything. --- And time— time was beginning to move without mercy.

She was already far from her league. It was already too late for regrets.

He deeply knew that if there was something he could do, he would have agreed to do it, but he knew that it was already too late. "How I wish you didn't make such bad decisions, you would have still been alive, I do forgive you, but it's so bad because I get to say it too late when you aren't available to listen to me at the moment, and I regret this," Thomas said shedding tears profusely. He knew that he couldn't place his words, but he knew deep down that he was very sorry and regretted that at the end of the day, he didn't get to accept Rosemary's apologies.

"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?!

“..until you actually left.” And this time there was regret in his eyes. A man sitting there, realizing too late what he had lost.