I Regret Rejecting Him Novels & Stories

And I don't want that. I drop my bag on the chair and sit on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, head bowed. Her face flashes in my mind again. The way her colour drained. The way her eyes widened. Regret claws at my chest, sharp and relentless. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to no one. I didn’t reject her because she wasn’t enough. I rejected her because I know I’m not. And that truth? That’s the part I’m too ashamed to ever let her hear.

I told him, facing him again. “I really hope you don't regret this someday, because once this mate bond between us is broken, it can never be amended again,” he told me. “Yes, I will be the one to regret it and not you, so just accept my rejection,” I responded to him. “Okay, fine.” He paused to catch his breath before staring at me again. “I, Eric Raymond, accept your rejection,” he finally accepts it. Immediately I could feel my bones cracking inside of me, and though it was kind of painful, I knew I would be fine.

“I… I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry. It’s… just a sore subject right now.” “You’re in love,” he said lightly. “With someone else.” I didn’t answer him. “There… are people who make that decision. To refuse the call,” he said lightly. “And they tend to be miserable. Even when they call it quits and try to accept it, they tend to have ruined it irrevocably… Your heart may forgive, but the wolf in you will never forget that you were rejected.” His voice sounded pained, heavy with grief and regret. “You… sound like you have experience… Are you sure that it’s me?”

He was trying to pretend like nothing happened as he could just walk back into my life after having me believe that he was dead and yet, as he stared at me, I saw no recognition. “Hello?” Leo pressed. “Is that a yes to the drink?” I jumped to my feet, shaking angrily. I wasn’t going to let him break my heart again. He had rejected me once and left me to fend for myself. I wasn’t about to let him do it again, especially not when Leo was pretending he didn’t even know who I was. “Where are you going?” “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go back to wherever you’ve been hiding and stay there,” I hissed, glowering at him.

"I didn't expect to walk into a rejection ceremony. And I most definitely did not expect to walk out with a mate." "Do you regret it?" "No." He said it immediately, without hesitation, and something in her chest loosened slightly at the certainty in his voice. "I regret the circumstances. I regret that you had to go through what you went through to end up standing in that hall. But I don't regret meeting you or the events that has g followed so far.”

he says softly. A small scoff leaves me, mostly because I don’t trust my voice right now. “And who exactly is supposed to help me carry it?” “Me,” he replies without hesitation. I lift my head slowly to look at him fully, and something in his expression almost undoes me. Regret. “I came here for a reason,” he says. “You know that reason, don't you?” His jaw flexes once before he continues. “Rejecting you was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”

“I can’t have children.” The words hit her like ice water. Her tears stopped instantly, drying on her cheeks. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling. “Now… show yourself out.” Misty didn’t move. She stood there, empty, staring at him as her heart fractured in silence. “Oh, and Misty,” he added, glancing briefly at his computer. “Tell Payne he’s useless to us now. He shouldn’t bother calling me.” She swallowed, her lips trembling, but no words came out. Instead, she turned, snatched her bag, and stormed toward the door. The slam echoed through the office like a gunshot.

"That's a lot of mystery for a man who claims to be honest." "I'm being as honest as I can without telling you things you're not ready to hear." "Try me," she said. "I just got publicly discarded by the man the universe decided was my fated match. My capacity for bad news is at an all-time high." That did get a reaction — brief, almost involuntary. Something shifted in his expression. It wasn't pity. It was something more complex than pity and considerably less comfortable to look at. "The rejection," he said. "Did it hurt?"

"Did he think that after he prioritized his career over me, I will accept it wholeheartedly?" I panted and threw a death glare at him. “Mr. Ford, it’s been four years. It already happened and all we need is to move on. And for you to know, I haven’t read even a piece of your letter. You chose to leave, so what changes it would make if I had read your letters?” I said as flawlessly as I could, although my nerves were getting weak. His rejection shattered me into million pieces, and the pain he imposed on me when I begged him to stay but he refused, couldn't be healed by just a mere piece of paper. “Mr. Ford, I don’t need any apologies from you. You chased for your dreams and you did the right

“My loyalty will be all yours too.” Still, no response from him. Not even as much as a flicker of added interest. My stomach twisted painfully, a cold dread running through my veins. Shame spread across my cheeks, turning them scarlet red, followed by disappointment. Was he going to refuse this, too? Had I made myself look like a cheap slut and fool? Did…