Make Her Regret Losing You Novels & Stories

That must have taken so much courage from her to do it, because the way she just closed her eyes shows she had a big battle within her. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't i push her away or just say random shit to make her retreat? Why do i keep thinking about the past? Craving it? Needing it. Her eyes water and her lips part and purse a few times. "I can't believe i was so stupid to lose this." Her eyes go to her hand on my chest, i watch her as her fingers sprawl on my bare skin. "I know you don't want to talk about it and that you hate me, but i just want you to know that i sincerely regret it every day."

"Some say he's been watching you this whole time. Waiting." I kissed my mother's forehead. "I love you. Get some rest." "Elara. Be careful." "I'm always careful." She laughed weakly. "You married a billionaire for revenge. That's not careful. That's insane." "Maybe." I walked to the door. "But insane people win."

Going for things that truly matter. My dream as an astronaut was caught short because I want to make her happy but she sees me like a useless piece of shit. Not man enough for her. “I'm hoping you could resume immediately. We have an underlying project in hand” “Sure Mr Tuner. Will resume immediately” “Glad to hear that” the phone cut off. Tracy I hope you don't regret this.

Her so-called friends had stopped answering her calls. Everything she had her name, her pride, her son had slipped through her fingers. And all she had left were her regrets. She whispered into the silence, almost as if she were speaking to the ghost of the life she’d lost. “You think you’ve won, Maya. But this isn’t over.” Her voice broke as fresh tears filled her eyes. She looked back at the photo frame one last time before turning it face down.

The day Lucas Sterling went bankrupt and fled, he abandoned me at the airport. With red-rimmed eyes, he shielded his adopted sister, Ivy Sterling, as he escorted her onto the plane. “Ivy can’t stay here. Gavin Blackwood will drive her to her death. But you’re different. Everyone knows you look just like his late wife. “He could never bring himself to hurt you.” The cabin door slammed shut in front of me. As the engine roared, I cried and asked the system what I was supposed to do now. But the cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded excited: “Host! Go straight to Gavin Blackwood and tell him that you’re the woman who deceived him into marriage three years ago, faked her death, and vanished… “

She wriggles her brows at me. I roll my eyes. "You are overthinking, and shh! He's just in the living room. He could hear you." "Alright." She raises her hands in surrender. "Don't come crying to me when you lose him to someone else." She flips her hair dramatically and walks out of the kitchen. I take a few things out of the fridge and proceed to make dinner. Regret. I let the word circle in my head. The only thing I will regret is having him out of the kids' lives when he finally decides to stop waiting for something he can't have.

Every second since our breakup comes back to me, every mistake, every broken promise, every cruel or absent word… I looked for her everywhere, I thought that one day she would come back to me, but now, I see that she is far away, out of my reach, protected by a love I cannot undo. — Clara… I… I'm sorry… so sorry, I finally say, my voice trembling despite myself. I never stopped thinking about you, and… I regret everything. Every mistake, every absence… I tried to find you… and seeing you here… it's… My throat tightens, and I can add nothing. My hands tremble, my eyes search for a sign of acceptance, but I understand that nothing I say can erase what I have lost. She is strong, sovereign, and

But I couldn't bring myself to admit it, so instead, I lashed out, hurling hurtful words in her direction. As I aimlessly drove through the city, a wave of regret washed over me. I couldn't help but feel remorse for my past actions. I should have listened to my heart, showered her with the love and attention she deserved. I should have been there for her during her darkest moments. And above all, I deeply regret losing her. Continuing my drive, I unexpectedly found myself in front of our old house. It held countless memories of our time together, the place where she became my wife. The urge to step out of the car and take one last glimpse of our former home was irresistible.

""Regret, huh! Did I hear you say regret? I guess you must be mad in the head. You will be the one to regret everything. For the first time in my life,you made me regret ever knowing you. You are deceiving yourself by thinking you can get me back like this. There's nothing you can do that can make me come back to you." He gritted his teeth, anger filling his voice.

I laughed but she didn’t stop. “No, listen to me,” she said, pointing a finger at me. “We’re not crying anymore. We’re serving looks. We’re making him choke on his own regret. That picture of you from the party that probably already set off alarm bells in his dumb little head. Now we fan the flames and show him exactly what he lost.” “And then what?” I asked, half-laughing. “What if he comes crawling back?” “Then you step on him. You throw his pathetic bullshit back in his face, every disrespect, every dirt he put on you, you put back on him!” She let out with a smirk.