Will He Regret Dumping Me Novels & Stories

"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."

"Because I won. Not just in the material sense - though obviously I did. But I won the real victory. I stopped caring. He'll spend eternity regretting what he lost. I'll spend eternity not thinking about him at all." "Except for the monthly payments." "Which take me approximately three seconds to notice before I forget again." I smiled. "He has to work brutal jobs and live in poverty forever. I just have to receive money. Who really won here?" Aleksandr laughed. "You're delightfully ruthless when you want to be." "I learned from the best," I said, kissing him. As we made plans for our trip to Vienna next week, I glanced at my investment portfolio one more time.

I looked at the man before me, my mind still clouded with confusion. “Fine. Then let me ask you this—if you truly care about me, why did you so easily utter the word ‘divorce’?” ***** Everett’s POV: I froze. Yes… why had I blurted out divorce in a fit of anger? I regretted it deeply—so deeply I wished I could go back and kill my past self. But fate only allowed me to come back to today. Perhaps even the heavens deemed me too cruel. They granted me a second chance, but refused to let me win Scarlett’s forgiveness so easily.

He slapped himself repeatedly, loud cracks echoing through the room, as if trying to win my sympathy through self-inflicted punishment. "I'm not asking you to forgive me—just give me one more chance! I'll do anything for you! Anything at all! "Please, go explain things to Ashford—tell them it was all a misunderstanding! I'll do whatever you want, I'll be your servant, your dog—just please, don't ruin me…" I stopped and looked down at the man clinging to me, wagging like a desperate animal begging for scraps. "Harvey, stop performing. You don't love me. You just can't accept that everything you ever dreamed of is something I could discard without a second thought. You're not remorseful becaus

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

Her voice shook with fury. “I’ve already sent my team to collect evidence! Patent infringement, commercial defamation… We’ll stack the charges, and I’ll sue them into bankruptcy!” “Sis, don’t,” I said, stopping her. “What? Are you afraid of him?” “No.” I stared at Henry’s smug face on the screen. “What he stole wasn’t just code. “It was my memory of Dad. “This revenge has to be carried out by me.” And it had to happen right at the moment he was standing at the very top.

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

“Sex with you was not why I came here. It wasn’t part of my plan, and right now, I’m really regretting that it happened at all.” Instantly outrage pumped through him. She regretted being with him? How the hell was that possible? He’d been there. He’d heard her whimpers, moans and screams. He’d felt her surrender. He’d trembled with the force of her cl**axes and knew damn well she’d had as good a time as he had. So how the hell could she be regretting it? More, how could he dump her as per the plan if she was dumping him first?

I tossed the empty piece of metal into her wet lap. "You wanted real family warmth, Beatrice?" I whispered, my voice dripping with lethal amusement. "Consider this your traditional Thanksgiving mercy." The entire room stared at me in absolute, paralyzing horror. The corporate illusion was completely gone. The internet, the live-stream, the viral hashtags—none of it mattered anymore. They finally remembered that beneath the executive title, I was still the Don. I didn't even blink. I stepped over the shattered glass, walked straight through the cleared path, and left them frozen in the quiet terror of their own making.

He stayed rooted where he was, eyes shadowed, watching the warmth of the scene from the cold edge of the steps. Behind him, Ruth coughed again, her chest heavy with the effort. Her hands pressed to her lips as she leaned into the sofa's arm. "I'm old, Ryan. I won't interfere in what you do anymore. But listen to me if you let this go, you will regret it. One day, she'll turn her face away. Disappointment weighs heavier than years." Ruth had always given him everything. But now she didn't even want to look at him. The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask.