I Wish I Never Met U Novels & Stories

"Your parents will be so delighted to see you back to your normal self. He teased. Her face turned cold on hearing such. "What's wrong; did I say something bad?" He asked. She gave him a firm embrace; "I wish every day will be like this moment, where you will visit me without hesitation; I can't afford to lose you." "I hope so too; I just wished your dad's change of mind towards me will be forever." He released the embrace, and held her hands, as his eyes searched hers. "I will never let you go; not even your dad can change that." He concluded it with a long warm kiss on her lips.

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.

"I don't need nor do I want this shit, so go give it to someone who does." "But... I- there's so much I want to say to y-" "I don't give a shit! I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to be in the same room as you. Whatever ideas my mother gave you to think whatever the hell you're thinking- they're not going to happen. So stop okay. Just stop!"

I had lost a lot of weight, so even after applying a full face of makeup, I still couldn't say that I looked pretty. At night, Oliver and I lay sprawled on the ground. "Which star do you think I'll end up becoming?" I asked Oliver. He ignored me. How evil. Even though I was about to die, he would still rather talk to himself. Suddenly, I thought of something. Turning my head toward him, I asked, "What about your baby?" Oliver regarded me with confusion. "I've been wanting to tell you—I don't have a baby." "But you and Ivy…"

I wonder if it’s still as beautiful as before… [I think I’m at the end of my life now, but I’m alone. [If possible, I wish that I had never met him.]

The smile faltered, just for a split second, before she regained her composure. “What are you talking about? This is an amazing opportunity for you!” “No, it’s not,” I insisted, frustration bubbling up. “I can’t work for him. He... well, we never liked each other back in high school. I can't imagine having to deal with him on a daily basis. It would be too much for me to handle. " She sighed dramatically, as if I were being unreasonable. “Isabelle, that was years ago. You can’t still be holding onto that.”

My time had ceased to be my own. Not anymore. From now on, I would live for myself. ... After an exhausting, sweat-drenched game, my friends and I sat on the benches, gulping down water. One of them, half-joking, said, "We thought you'd ditched us for good after getting a girlfriend. We were ready to stop inviting you." I apologized quickly. "Sorry about that. I won't let it happen again. Call me anytime." "That's more like it," another one said, grinning. "Come on, let's hit the internet café for a few rounds of games."

" With that, he set down the parfait and left. I stared at the closed door. Not a single tear had fallen. My phone vibrated. It was a message from my assistant. [Miss Isabella, everything has been sold.] The time to leave had come. Late that night, I removed the wedding ring from my finger, the symbol of a five-year joke, and left it inside the safe together with a signed divorce agreement. Then I uploaded a scheduled video to Instagram and tossed my phone into a corner of the room. I sent the maid at my door away, telling her I wanted her to grind me a cup of coffee before picking up the lighter from the table.

During that time, Isaac tried every possible way to contact me. He messaged me on WhatsApp, called repeatedly, and even showed up at places where I might have been. However, I rejected every single attempt. I changed my number, blocked all his contact details, and cut off every remaining connection between us. When I heard about him again, it was through that long-abandoned “The Exes Club” group chat. I had muted it long ago, but I happened to open it that day while cleaning up my chat histories. I was stunned to see the screen filled with messages.

I stood there, my heart racing as the door slammed shut behind Casma. A mix of anger and confusion swirled inside me, but as the silence settled in, I felt a pang of regret creeping in. I never wanted to hurt her like this. I stared at the closed door, her final words echoing in my mind. "I wish I never met you."