Will He Regret Dumping Me Novels & Stories

He is the only man that made me so damn confuse and he made my heart…drowned and now he is telling me that he would vanish? Why is he so unfair? “You would regret that you met me so I’m telling the truth now to make your head clear-“ “I don’t want the truth! I am the one who will find out the truth! Just…don’t disappear!” I shouted in irritation. Why is he kept telling me that I would regret that I met him? I don’t understand him! Why would I regret when he helped in everything? He is the reason why I found out the truth behind the tattoo. He is the reason why I keep going on in this fucking case and now he’s telling me that I would regret? Am I stupid to regret?!

“That we’re going to fuck.” “Yes,” I whisper. “And then I passed out like an idiot after…after giving you the impression we would do…more. I bet that’s never happened to you before.” “We’re never going to talk about what I did before you. That shit doesn’t matter.” Suddenly, he looks nervous, his throat muscles shifting in a pattern. “Does it? You don’t think less of me because I…” Regret is visibly eating him alive. “I didn’t know you were out there, in the world. But now I do. Now the thought of anyone but you makes me sick.”

“You never did.” His nostrils flared. “Don’t say things like that,” he snapped. “You’ll regret it.” I stopped inches from him, close enough that he could feel the distance I’d already put between us. “No,” I said. “You’ll regret it. You’ll regret cheating. You’ll regret losing me.” My eyes held his, steady and unflinching. “But you won’t be able to stop it.” For a moment, silence burned between us. His expression twisted, desire tangled with anger, confusion flickering beneath it and for the first time, he looked like a man who knew he was already too late.

I pushed him away. "Maybe you should hear what Margaret has to say." He stood up and put on his shirt. "Okay. But you'll be here when I'm back." "Yes." While he walked to the door, I looked at the man I kept on coming back to. A man I had no future with. I remembered Megan's very words: "he'll dump you like a gum." Everytime I tried to push this thought away, it always settled with a bile residue at the pit of my tummy.

I packed what little was truly mine and left without looking back. At the airport, I purchased a one-way ticket. Destination: anywhere far enough to disappear. As I waited to board, I placed a hand over my stomach and spoke softly, for the first time, not as a discarded wife but as a mother. “I promise you,” I whispered, “no one will ever make you feel unwanted.” The boarding call echoed through the terminal. I stood up. Somewhere behind me, Ethan Blackwood continued his perfect life, unaware that the woman he had cast aside was carrying his child… and his greatest regret.

I turned to leave, but he suddenly ran toward me and hugged me from behind with great force. "Don't go, Willow! Please give me another chance! I don't want anything else. All I want is you! Let's start over again, huh?" His hot tears fell onto the back of my neck. I did not struggle from his grip, but said coldly, "Do you know, Chuck? Loving you isn't what I regret the most. What I regret the most is wasting ten years of my youth on a useless man who can only wash dishes to make enough money to pay his mother's medical fees."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "What do you want me to do?" John asked me, I smiled sweetly. "I want you to make her pay for what she did to me. I want you to make her regret ever crossing me." Jack's expression turned cold and calculating. "I can do that," he said. "I have some information that could ruin her reputation. Are you sure you're ready for this?" I nodded and smiled. “This time around I think I want something different so there's no reputation to ruin”. I responded.

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.

“The contents inside it hold no value to me anymore. They are completely worthless.” My mother nodded quietly and threw the bag into the wastebasket without asking any more questions. Matt ran over to the wastebasket, grabbed the bag out, and started cleaning it frantically with his hands. “What are you doing, Meadow?” Matt asked, his voice shaking as he got close to tears. “I gifted you that bag on your birthday. You promised me you would cherish it forever, just like you said our friendship meant everything. And now you tell your mom to throw it away like garbage? Do you hate me that much now? After everything we went through?”

“I don’t want to think. I don’t want to talk. Just... make love to me.” His eyes searched mine, flickers of concern warring with desire. “Are you sure? Because this... I need you to mean this. I don’t want to be the next thing you regret.” “I won’t regret you,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’ll only regret not letting myself be wanted.” That broke something in him.