When Regret Comes Too Late Novels & Stories

And all my regrets… Came too late. I’ll never see him again. I’ll never hear his voice. I’ll never feel his touch. I’ll never witness that rare, genuine smile that only he ever showed me. The world felt unbearably silent without him. A cold raindrop kissed my skin—then another. I tilted my head up, eyes locking onto the dark, weeping sky. The rain began to fall, slow and steady, like even the heavens were mourning with me. As if the sky itself could feel the crushing weight in my chest.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

For several seconds, he couldn't say anything else. The words seemed trapped inside his throat, painful and heavy but eventually, he forced himself to continue. "I..." His fingers curled tightly into his palms. "I didn't come here to confess feelings that will never reach you." A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "I know it's too late for that." His eyes lowered. "I came here because shame and guilt have dragged me down to the ground." "I came because regret has consumed me." His voice shook, every word sounded more difficult than the last. "I pushed you away because of my hatred."

I needed more time. But, he did not give me a chance to explain. And I looked really desperate. Before he closed the door, I said to him while I whimper in pain trying to stand, “I wish I had never met you, Vincent Verdi. I hate you! You will regret what you did to me today. I will never forget this” He paused for a moment to look at me one more time and slammed the door shut. That was when I realised, he will never love me.

It was my first time feeling that, and honestly, I just realized that I let my body be toyed with. I slapped my cheek when I remembered it again. This is really the saying, "Regret comes too late." My mind kept protesting, but my body was doing something else. Can't they sync up sometimes? It's really difficult. I remembered our closeness from last night, and it made me feel uneasy. Part of me wanted to escape and go back home, but I lacked the funds for that option. I had no choice but to wait for him. He mentioned that we wouldn't leave immediately after the wedding and wanted us to enjoy our time here.

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

Just a strange, quiet stillness. I thought maybe her regret was real. Maybe she truly suffered. But so what? She and I were nothing to each other now. The thread had been cut. The bridge had been burned. The man she was crying over didn't exist anymore. I closed the browser, locked the phone and put it in my drawer. Then I went back to the workbench, where Callie was waiting with a crooked wooden bridge that kept falling over. "Mr. Clark, look! The bridge is going to fall!"

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."