Will He Regret Dumping Me Novels & Stories

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

The man who used to lift me into jumps like I was weightless, then dropped me, in every possible way, without blinking? The one who walked away while I stood in pieces, then chose Tasha like she was the sleeker, shinier, better version? A harsh laugh escaped me, short and disbelieving. “That makes no sense,” I said, shaking my head so hard my ponytail brushed my cheek. “He dumped me. For you.” “For a fantasy of me,” she corrected quietly. “Not the real me. And regret tastes like acid when you have to choke on it every day.”

“You’re not the one who got dumped.” “Now you’re just overreacting,” she replies. “Adrian didn’t dump you. He’s just taking time to think things through. He’ll be back before you know it.” “Since when did you become his spokesperson?” I ask, irritation creeping in. “And sure, let him take all the time he wants, but by the time he comes back? I might not even want him anymore.” It’s something I’ve actually thought about. Yes, I want him to reach out. I want him to call… But am I ready to let go of the fact that he didn’t believe me? Am I ready to forget that he doubted me?

Watched her manipulate and scheme, then turned it all back on her with a precision that would have been admirable if it wasn't destroying her life. "Well played," she whispered, clutching JJ closer as tears finally spilled down her cheeks. "Well fucking played." But as the initial shock wore off, something else replaced it. Regret and bitterness. After all, Jackson had put her through, why had she trusted him? Which responsible man would let his pregnant girlfriend go live with another man and even pin his baby on him, just for money? She had no one to turn to now that her foolishness had cost her everything.

“My body doesn’t know what it means to be wanted. Not like that.” Will’s hand covered hers. Warm. Steady. “Then let it learn. Slowly. Kindly. You have nothing to prove. Not to him. Not to me. Not to the ghosts of people he’s touched before you.” She choked out a breath. “What if he regrets choosing me?” “Then he’s a fool, and I’ll personally knock his jaw out of alignment.” Will gave her a small, wry smile. “But I don’t think he will. Not from the way he talks about you when he thinks no one’s listening.”

That's why, if I could go back to where we were still okay, I would treat him right—so damn right that he wouldn't think of getting away from me and regret choosing me. "If I were him, I would regret dating you," he spoke again. "When I asked him if he regretted everything, he answered no. I asked him why. Do you know what he answered? Because he was happy when you were still together. His reason was so shallow, wasn't it? He also said that all relationships lead to breaking up, so that's okay. He dated you because he loved you; he didn't regret doing so. The only thing he regretted was that he fell so deep that he didn't know how to come up anymore. He also said that he regretted depending

That is what I wanted right now. To feel nothing for a day. But I know tomorrow comes around. It's not going to be good, because of hangovers and pain from drinking so much. I am going to regret it tomorrow but at least I am not feeling anything right now. I can’t think about Avery's disappointed expression on her face. I hurt her; I know I hurt my mate. I am always screwing up when it comes with Avery. I can’t take any more hurting my mate. I wish I never made that stupid bet; I know I said it so many times in my head. I don’t and do regret it. Because if I didn’t make that bet, I wouldn’t be able to get my time to know Avery, the real Avery Williams. But then I regret it because once she f

Tara retorted, her face burning. Lucas shot her a glare, “I told you Tara, she’s not a Liar. Someone is trying to ruin Kate’s image,” He appealed but Tara wasn’t buying it. Tara started sobbing, “You are now distant from me ever since Kate came into the picture. Am I a nuisance to you now? Have you lost feelings for me Lucas?” She cried, collapsing on her knees. Lucas ran to her, cupping her into his arms, “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way…I am just concerned about my business partner and I don’t want to ruin my image too,” He whispered.

"He said the biggest regret of his life was losing you for Noelle's sake. He said he would wait for you forever." I fell silent for a moment. "No, he won't." "How do you know?" "Because people have a way of mistaking regret for deep devotion. In six months or a year, when he meets the next woman who catches his eye, he'll forget he ever said any of this." Stephane looked at me and smiled. "And what about you? Will you regret it?" "Regret what?" "Marrying a broke architect like me?" I stood up, walked over to him, and leaned down to kiss him. "I won't regret it."

“You sound like a joke right now, Miranda. I have a meeting. You can either see yourself out or have the office to yourself. Just know I’m not coming back until tomorrow.” Her shoulders slumped. I didn’t care. I grabbed my things and headed out of the office. “Get married? Really? When I’m trying to get back my wife? What a joke,” I muttered—uncertain if it was loud enough for her to hear. “What?” she gasped, running after me and grabbing the hem of my suit. “What wife are you talking about? Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to Megan after she dumped you!” “Dumped me?” I scoffed. “I let her go that night. I had the power to stop her, but I let her go on purpose. And now that I have us