When Regret Comes Too Late Novels & Stories

“You’re such a terrible liar. How many people in this city have a hundred million in cash? Who do you think you’re fooling?” I held back my anger. “Give me ten minutes. If the money doesn’t arrive by then, do whatever you want to me.” “Fine. Ten minutes it is.” Leo started the timer on his phone and raised his voice to the crowd, “Everyone heard that! If he doesn’t get a hundred million dollars here in ten minutes, I’ll strip him down in front of everyone as punishment.” People erupted in cheers and jeers. When I finally got my phone back, I quickly called my mom.

When will the regrets end? To be continued...t

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.

"How did things end up this way for no good reason? If you didn't insist on marrying me, I would have treated you as my sister forever." Stella heard him while in a daze and woke up. When she opened her eyes, Noel was back to his arrogant self and growled, "Grandpa said you were sick, so he made me come over to visit you. Don't read too much into this. I was forced to come here. Otherwise, I would never have stopped by." Sophie walked in timidly the next second and began to apologize in a fluster. "It was my fault for everything that happened yesterday, Miss Judd. Please forgive me."

I asked, sarcasm sharp in my tone. “Yes... be with me,” he said, eyes glistening, raw. “It hurts physically, it hurts seeing you with someone else. I can’t bear it. I can’t swallow it...it’s like you’re feeding me poison, and it's burning my heart.” His shoulders slumped as he took a shaky breath. “I regret every single bit of pain I caused you. I never meant to. I’ve never been loved the way you love me.” I scoffed, he is letting out an apology that came far too late. Then I remembered the conversation we had the last time, this idiot talked about abortion.

CHAPTER 28: THE MAN WHO ARRIVED TOO LATE STARTED TO PANIC Regret is quiet at first. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t throw itself on the floor. It sits politely in your chest and waits for you to notice what is missing. And that was how it began for him. --- He told himself he was fine. People divorced every day. People moved on. People survived worse. He repeated those sentences like medicine. But medicine only works if you swallow it.

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

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.