When Regret Comes Too Late Novels & Stories

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

"Why am I still waiting?” I'm used to being alone. I've gone through nights with no one beside me. I should be able to get through this night. This time feels different because he said he would come back because he looked at me with regret in his eyes and said he wouldn't leave me. I want to believe him. I really do. The past isn't that easy to forget. Ophelia makes me doubt. My condition makes everything feel even more fragile. Time is moving slowly. Every second ticks loudly like it's reminding me that I'm still here still waiting. I leaned back against the sofa. I closed my eyes trying to calm my thoughts.

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and felt a deep sense of regret wash over her. If only she hadn’t been so foolish as to trust Hubert. If only she had been more cautious. Perhaps she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. Regret gnawed at her, but she knew—it was already too late. Hubert, oblivious to the storm raging inside her, merely relished the fear on her face. He chuckled, the sound carrying the arrogance of a victor. "Come now, sweetie. It’s time for us to get a little... closer."

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

“Wendy, I know this is my fault. The child is mine, and I can’t just walk away. You’re also aware that even after all these years, you still haven’t gotten pregnant. I was wrong, but you should bear some responsibility too. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” Inside, I sneered. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that? If you truly want to make it up to me, bring me the pill.” Clayton clenched his jaw and swore with all his heart. “Wendy, I swear this is the last time. If it ever happens again, may I be left penniless and reduced to nothing.” He had no idea that he was out of chances. I held the last regret pill in my hand, though I did not take it in front of him.

After a lot of thinking, I decided to visit my best friend whom I had not talked to in ages. My last wish was to see her again after all these years. Janet got a shock when she saw me. "You look so pale! Come in and rest..." She could tell right away that something was off. Cancer had made me skinnier and my skin yellower. When I shared that I had late-stage liver cancer, Janet could not hold back her tears, and we cried together for a long time.

“I should have taken you home myself.” Bingo. There it was, his admonish of guilt. “It’s not your fault,” I said, looking up at him. “And I understand that you need to work. But if maybe…if you could try to come home a little early tomorrow? I’ll be so lonely all day and I don’t like the thought of a stranger looking after me.” He didn’t reply for a moment, but I knew that his guilt was getting the better of him, so I waited patiently. Finally, he flashed me a weak smile. “Of course, Charlotte,” he said. “I’ll come home as soon as I can.”

I whispered, my voice shaking slightly because his hand had drifted across the marble surface until his fingers were gently brushing against the side of my wrist, sending a sharp jolt of heat up my arm that made me completely forget about the corporate charts and the legal filings waiting on my desk upstairs. ​"Then let us keep this truce going for the rest of the week, Emma, because tomorrow morning the banks are going to finalize the debt acquisition paperwork for Jace's Enterprises, and I want us to be completely aligned when we deliver the final blow to your ex-husband," Nathan said, his thumb slowly tracing a small circle on the back of my hand before he finally pulled away to pick up h

Some truths required time. This was one of them. Finally Adrian stood. Slowly. Thoughtfully. Whitmore watched him carefully. Perhaps expecting anger. Perhaps expecting condemnation. Instead Adrian asked a single question. One final question. “Do you regret it?” Interesting. Very interesting. The answer arrived immediately. Without hesitation. Without calculation. Without defense. “Every day.” Silence followed. Because everyone believed him. Completely. The regret felt genuine. Painfully genuine. Years too late. Yet genuine.

The music kept drifting in from the porch like nothing had happened at all. And I stood there, a man who had spent ten years training himself not to care what anyone else considered important, caught entirely on one thought. I was absolutely Annabelle had no regrets whatsoever and, inconveniently, neither did I.