Novel & Cerita Signs She Regrets Leaving You

I snapped, and she flinched. I knew Wendy was not as fragile as projected, having seen proof at the hospital, so her whimpers didn't move me. She looked at me for a long moment, then said, “You really want me to leave?” “Yes.” I deadpanned. “You really want to humiliate me before…” she trailed off, her eyes roaming over Charlotte in disgust. “…before this woman.” My chest squeezed, but I replied, “Yes. Now leave.” “Okay, I will. But this isn’t over," she said, turning to leave.

The manner at which it came by was in such a way that they piled up, each one upon another until it was as though nothing was left in me than this feeling as though, weakening a man’s resolve. I didn’t regret much, and up until recently I had only felt guilt and pain,each one that followed me around ever since she left. Yet right at this moment, seeing her again… I regretted letting her leave. The regrets and everything I felt was heavy on my mind and even as I tried getting rid of it, it just wouldn't leave. It was as though, I was still married to her My heart wanted to cleft close to her, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything and it hurt my heart to see that I was leaving me

I’m happy for that. But the regret will never leave. I’ll always regret leaving her. For not supporting her when she needed me. But the greatest regret will always be to have stopped loving her.

“Maybe. But I’ll sleep better knowing I’m not chained to something I never wanted.” I left her there, sitting, while her hands trembled. And behind me, before I could fully get out, I heard the clatter of a glass shattering on the floor, along with her voice hoarse from shouting. “Damn you, Wade! You’ll regret walking away from me!” I didn't look back anymore because if there's one thing I'm sure of tonight, it is that I am always the one who leaves, I am not the one who gets left. I clenched my jaw. “I will make you regret everything, Lily. Trust me.”

He hurried forward, gently patting her back, his voice tender. "Lisa, I'll stay by your side. I'll never leave you like this…" From behind, Dick shouted after me, "Divorce then! But don't you dare regret it. When you come crawling back begging for a second chance, don't expect us to take you in!" 'Regret?' A bitter laugh escaped me. Without looking back, I walked out the door.

I don't even know if he will still forgive me after leaving him like that. "I don't know anymore Eli. I've been regretting things that I've done so much to the point that I needed to be away from everything related to Gage." I muffled as I constantly shake my head sideways. "But I can't. You know why? because he's everywhere I go. Even if I was back in Spain, he's all I see. He's all I think about. He's everywhere around me." I cried. I wiped my tears. "I regret... So much for leaving him but I can't do anything anymore. I left him. He doesn't wanna see me again. He hasn't contacted me or talked to me Eli. I know I've hurt him so badly but... But I guess--"

She looked away briefly before meeting my eyes again. “I wish I had never agreed to marry your father.” The statement hit me off guard. “What?” “Maybe then…” she continued softly, “…your life wouldn’t have been this hard.” Confusion creased my brow instantly. “What does that bastard have to do with Naya wanting to leave me?” At the mention of him, something flickered in her eyes. Pain. Regret. “You’ll find out soon enough,” she said quietly. I stared at her. “What does that mean?”

“Did she see you?” “No, she stopped to pull out her phone to look at it. She looked frail and sad.” “Of course she did, Dean. She loves you, but you walked out on her. You left her all alone in a hotel room and send her home all alone,” he spat. I leaned across the table. “I know what I did, and I regret it. I just felt she wasn’t appreciating my effort deep down her. The only thing I saw was my future wanted to die, and I couldn’t deal with it, so I left. Do you think it was easy for me just to leave her there? Do you know how I went back to get her?”

“And you don’t stop.” “No.” “And you won’t leave.” “No.” Silence. Long. Heavy. Because now— we’re back where we started. Except worse. Because now— she doesn’t trust me. Not fully. Not enough. “You’re going to regret this,” she says quietly. “No.” “You keep saying that.” “Because it’s true.” “You don’t know that.” “I do.” “How?” “Because I’d regret leaving more.” That— That hits. I see it. In her eyes.

He took me in a hug again, “It doesn't stop me being your dad and I will always be proud of you.” I hugged him tighter this time, my eyes closed, absorbing all his words. He continued, “ It's her loss, one day she's going to regret letting you walk away.”