Make Him Regret Leaving You Novels & Stories

“He was just like my mother. He loved me but in the end, he left me. They both abandoned me." I grabbed the empty glass in front of me and slammed it on the counter. “I just hate him. I hate him so much. I hate him! I hate him for leaving me. For breaking his promise. For coming back. For making me feel this way again. I fucking hate him." “Did you regret loving him? Did you regret giving him everything?" I wanted to say yes, but something inside me couldn’t say it. I didn't answer her question. Instead, I looked at her.

He shouts. I have him another slap on his face. " Regrets...you will start from this moment. Till I rip your heart's out with regret, and I'll make it happen. Watch it carefully! So that you never forget me, my baby and my dad that thought of you as his own son, I'll make it so that you can never forget! Disappear from you?! Don't even dream about it. Wherever you go, I'll be there. You'll see me untill you're sick to death! Don't think about running away." I let out.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't know it would end like this—" "Of course you didn't." My voice turned ice-cold. "Because you never stopped to think your choices might cost someone else." His mouth opened. Nothing came out. "Leave." I turned away. "And don't come back." He stood there for a long time before finally walking out. At the door, he stopped with his back to me. "The biggest regret of my life was not going with you that night." I lowered my head and went back to arranging flowers. "Your regret means nothing."

"Years ago, you chose another man because he could give you something I couldn't. I spent years believing I had somehow moved past that. Then you came back, and I convinced myself that maybe you regretted what you'd done." My grip tightened around the phone. "I believed you." "I'm…sorry” Deep down I still hoped I had heard a explanation Deep down my heart still wanted to belive all this was just a cruel joke That I didn’t make the fucking wrong choice That… fuck!! "Don't." I closed my eyes. "Do you know what I did because I believed you?" She said nothing. "I divorced my wife." The words tasted bitter. "I chose you." Silence, before the worst paty came

“Did you tell the doctor to write that I was mentally unstable after the miscarriage?” He was quiet. He then said: “I was concerned about you.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting.” He leaned forward. “Unless...” “Unless what?” “Unless you drop the charges. Come visit me. We talk. Like we used to.” His eyes were dark. “You know you want to.” I stared at him. At the man who knew every button to push. And then I did something I hadn’t planned. I smiled.

I step back quietly, not wanting him to catch me listening. But then “…I don’t know how to stay away from him,” he says suddenly. I freeze. Him. Not it. Not that. Him. My heart skips. “What do you mean?” he mutters, answering whoever’s on the phone. “I mean exactly what I said. I will try. I really try. But every time I see him, I forget everything I promised myself.” My breath trembles. “Yeah,” he whispers. “That’s why it’s my biggest regret.”

I can’t lose him – can’t let him go – not when we’ve come so far – when there is such wonderful good between us - I fall to my knees at his feet. “Please,” I whisper. It’s the only word I have left. “I regret you,” he growls above me. “I regret loving you, regret trusting you, regret…” I know, instinctually, that he was going to say that he regrets having the boys – but that would be too far, a lie. We both know he’ll never regret them.

“You never came to see me. Not once. I lost our baby, your baby, while you were busy cuddling her.” “I was wrong!” he gasps, tears finally spilling from his eyes. “I was wrong! But you should know I’m not perfect! I won’t always make the right decisions—I won’t always think clearly! If I could go back and fix everything, I would—but I can’t. It’s already done!” “Not the pain, Ivan.” Her voice drops, deadly calm. “The pain doesn’t disappear just because you regret it.” She steps closer, her gaze piercing.

My cheeks burned from the pain of the slap he dealt me. "Really? If you regret marrying me, let's just get a divorce!" I wiped away my tears as I finally said the words I had been holding back all this time. I had planned to wait until Frank's orders became official before leaving Victor, but I could not wait any longer. The hate and grievance I had endured in my past life came flooding back, and I felt as if I was wrapped in a cocoon of those negative feelings. I could not breathe nor escape from being trapped inside.

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.