I Regret Rejecting Him Novels & Stories

, he stated firmly, with a tone of finality. A murmur rippled through the crowd, and Diego's lawyers exchanged uneasy glances beside him. Rachel Patel smacked her forehead, her eyes drifting shut in utter disappointment. The soft glow of the LED lights above seemed to intensify, casting a stark light on the unfolding drama. “Don't misunderstand me, I understand the gravity of my actions and the consequences that follow. But I will not renounce my love for Freya. We are committed to each other, and our relationship is built on mutual respect and trust. We've known each other for years, and I do not appreciate the fact that it has been made to look like I'm viciously taking another man's wife.

I really do not know what he’s apologizing for. “I’m sorry for almost making you settle down with him. I thought he was a nice man with his good reputation and clean background, I didn’t know he would turn out to be this kind of person,” he explained and I didn’t need him or anyone to tell me who he was talking about. “It isn’t your fault papa, you thought you were doing the right thing,” I said, while still staring at him.

Never. When her phone finally buzzed, a bright smile spread across her face. "Good morning," she answered cheerfully. Hearing his voice, she noted, "You sound sleepy." Noah admitted he had barely slept, prompting a soft laugh from Ava. "Big day today," she reminded him. "I know," he replied. But when she asked what time she should be ready, a heavy pause hung on the line. Then another. Ava's smile slowly faded. "Noah?" she asked, her heart sinking the moment he muttered, "I'm really sorry." He explained that an emergency meeting had just come up, and though he promised it wouldn't take long and that they could still make dinner, Ava closed her eyes, unable to believe him. "You promised you'd

The words landed like stones in still water—rippling, disturbing, leaving nothing but bigger ripples of dread. “Fighting what?” I asked, almost laughing again, but there was zero humor in it. Just raw disbelief that clawed at my throat. “There’s nothing there to fight. He rejected me this morning. He said it with his own mouth. ‘I didn’t do it for you.’ ‘You’re a mistake.’ ‘I will reject you in front of everyone.’ That’s not fighting. That’s surrender.” The bond. My breath caught in my lungs, a sharp, painful hitch that made my vision blur at the edges.

Not once did I beg him to stay, not once did I fall to my knees like I used to, and not even when he offered money. My lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. “I rejected him…” i whispered, almost in awe. “I actually rejected him.” I could still picture the look on Zach’s face, the shock, the disbelief, the bruised ego, and for once i had taken something from him. I didn’t regret it. “I don’t care,” I muttered, shaking my head as if to push away any lingering doubt. “I don’t care what he thinks anymore.” My gaze drifted toward the large doors of the room, the same doors that had kept me trapped for so long.

I wanted to reach out and touch him. I let out a quiet sigh. This was my mate. The man I rejected. Did I regret it? Not really. If I didn't reject him, we wouldn't have any future anyway. I just couldn't understand why he wouldn't accept the rejection. He was angry, sure. He wanted to punish me. But he was punishing himself, too. Was he one of those self-destructive types? I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. My hand slowly crept up to his chest, feeling the firm muscle through his thin t-shirt. I smiled at the sparks that tickled my palm. It felt good. Everything about Victor felt good.

I was on the verge of tears. “What’s wrong, baby?” “Is it true?” I choked out. He frowned. “What?” “Is it true?” Confusion crossed his face, then fear, but it was gone just as fast as it came. “Were you asked to marry me?” His shoulders tensed as he looked into my eyes. His jaw tightened, and his eyes roamed around my face as I looked at him, a flicker of regret in his eyes. So, it was true. I was the woman he rejected.

~Asher~ “It’s his choice, I can’t do anything about it.” I tried repeating in my head as I was about going nuts with the last image of Jaden running happily to meet with Tristan. There was nothing as cold and hurtful as that, I couldn’t do anything but just looked and passed by like it wasn’t a big deal. It was a big deal and now I was clearly getting my own taste of bitter rejection. I F**king have myself to blame no matter what I really had In mind.

That bastard Damon Frost must have rejected her like she predicted he would. [Bells.] I call out through our mind link, hoping Isabella will hear me and call back. Unfortunately, the link is blocked, and I am left feeling even more frustrated than ever. I should have listened to her when she said she felt like Damon Frost would reject her. Should have taken her more seriously, but I had hoped he wouldn’t hurt her the way my ex hurt me. That Isabella, my Bells, wouldn’t have to go through the pain of rejection like I did. [Liam, any word yet?] King Jonathan’s voice enters our link. My shoulders slump, the cold rain soaking my body to the bone.

I whisper. "What did you day, Heather?"Alpha Kaiden calls out. "I deserve to be alone," I whisper next. "Heather, open up please",Kaiden begs, but I ignore it. I need alone time because I know deep down Roman is going to finally reject me. I deserve a rejection. I did him dirty. I deserve my own child not wanting me around because I got with an abusive ass that put us through hell. I deserve to be alone with nobody there for me. I deserve to be in this bathroom alone. I wipe the neverending tears as I curl up into a ball on the carpet.