I Regret Rejecting Him Novels & Stories

“Do you know what my biggest regret is? Not coming home to bring you with me to Eastgene as soon as I got my first pay. Had I done that… you wouldn’t have ever met Brendan in your life!” Deirdre’s eyelashes fluttered. She could not help but chuckle under her breath in self-deprecation. How nice would it be—to have never met Brendan? “Well, it’s too late now, Tobey. There’s nothing you can do, so go. The last thing I want is to capitalize on your feelings for me by any means at all. I can’t love anyone again, not after all of this. So, please, don’t waste your time and effort on me or a relationship that isn’t going to happen.”

I said. "I'm not taking any test," he said. "Because it doesn't matter what the results say, I will never acknowledge that baby as mine, do you understand?" I stood there staring at him, feeling like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. This was really happening. He was really rejecting me and our baby with no regrets. "One day you're going to regret this," I said. "I doubt it," he said. "Now get out of here, you're embarrassing yourself."

He muttered under his breath. "Let me go now. I will explain everything outside. We are both getting unnecessarily wet." I said, trying to push him away. "No," "No?" "I like us in this way. I like the proximity. I like the warmth you both are giving me. I like the way your body is getting goosebumps at my touch. This time I don’t want any regret in my heart because I’ve already regretted enough in my life." My heart ached for him. He told me how much he regretted rejecting me and welcoming Lucy into his life. It wasn’t just his words; I could see it in his eyes as well. The pain and the scar that she had left on his soul—he didn’t deserve that.

he said. We walked slowly beneath the trees. The air smelled of pine and cool earth. “Do you ever think about the past?” he asked. “Yes,” I admitted. “But it does not hurt the same way anymore.” He nodded. “I still regret it,” he said quietly. “I know,” I answered. He stopped walking and turned to face me. “I rejected you once. I let pride blind me. I let fear control me. I would never forgive myself for that.” I placed my hand against his chest.

he pronounced firmly. The finality in his voice shattered what little hope I had left in me. I could see Cynthia standing behind him, and her eyes were glinting with satisfaction. She had won, and I had lost everything. With a deep, shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand tall, despite the pain that was currently coursing through my body. “If that’s what you want, Reese, then yes, I accept the rejection,” I said. My voice was steady despite the tears streaming down my face. “But mark my words. You will definitely regret rejecting me. You will see the truth, and when you do, it will be too late.”

I say. "And now you're here." I look at my tea. "This is why the rejection felt so violent," I say slowly, working it out. "Not just emotionally. It wasn't — just a personal wound. I was pulled from a place I was anchored to. I was uprooted." "Yes," Delara says. "And Casen—" I stop. "He never knew."

My pride was wounded, my ego shattered, but beneath it all, I knew I deserved every ounce of her rejection. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reminisced about that fateful night when I turned her away. I had watched her walk away, her gaze filled with pain and disbelief. I'm sure it would have been the most humiliating moment of her life as I had rejected her in front of everyone present, including her family and my men. At that moment, I had felt a pang of regret, but I buried it deep within, masking it with arrogance.

I said and he stopped. I took one last look at him. He wasn't saying anything. He just had his hands, deep in his pocket. He looked as dashing as always. His deep eyes made my heart race. I swallowed hard, coming in terms with the decision I was about to take. "I, Nora Viking, accept your rejection" I said, the pains of rejection searing through my heart. Would he regret it? Would he also feel the pain of the rejection? The feeling of being broken, distraught and forlorn. I hope he will change his mind… I hope he will come back. Unfortunately, his next words shattered my world.

"Or did she rejected you?" I sighed heavily, burdened by regret over my decision the previous night. "I rejected her," I confessed, the bitterness of that truth weighing on me. "Is it because of Natasha?" We arrived at the pack, and Nicholas continued his non-stop lectures. I lacked the strength to explain and justify myself because I had admitted my mistake. I had acted in haste, and now I was faced with the consequences of my regrettable actions. "You are fucked up, Matthew. You know how much it'll affect you for rejecting your mate."

“What do you regret the most?” His gray eyes darkened. “You.” The single word sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I tightened my grip, pressing my fingers just enough to remind him that he wasn’t in control. “Be specific.” “I regret ignoring you,” he admitted, his voice rough. “Regret letting the pack treat you like nothing.” His breathing deepened. “Regret not realizing you were mine before it was too late.” A sharp laugh left my lips, bitter and raw. “Too late?” I echoed. “You think I’d have thrown myself at you if you had known sooner?” I leaned in, my lips hovering just above his ear. “You would have rejected me on sight.”