Novel & Cerita Will He Regret Dumping Me

Frustration. "Tell me, Hailey," he whispered, moving into me. "Do you regret it? Giving up on us?" I held my ground, gazing at him unflinchingly. "No." Something flickered in his eyes—hurt, anger, regret. He concealed it almost immediately, but I saw it. His hands twitched at his sides. "You should." I smiled slowly. "I regret nothing. But you? You should regret coming here." I wasn't fast enough, and he got there first, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You always were impulsive, Hailey."

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

All his ruses also lulled me. I should have recorded the words he put out. That he just wanted my body, and he did it. And indeed, in time, I was dumped. Sometimes Gerald doesn't say it in person, but he has signalled everything. I'm nothing in his eyes. And crazier, I'm always weak when I see his face. I'm not strong. Yes, I'm a stupid woman. Regret is useless, too. I'm going to walk a new trail of life.

"You don't love me, Huxley. You love the idea of winning me back, of being the guy who saved me from the scandal. But I don't need saving and I definitely don't need you." "You're going to regret this." "Maybe." I thought about Trenton, about the way he looked at me like I was his entire world. "But my regrets are mine to own. Not yours to manipulate." "Fine." His voice went flat. "Throw your life away for some old man who's going through a midlife crisis. But don't come crying to me when he gets bored and moves on to the next young thing that catches his eye." "Trenton's not like that."

Killian I sighed heavily again. I have carried this weight in my chest for so long. She can't just say it's not a big deal. What I did was anger and revenge and I regret it because the next morning, I dumped her there and didn't have any intention of coming back. So she has to understand that. “ Listen to me, Raven.” I started. “Every day of my life I regret it, okay? ” I paused to take another breath.“ You might have thought it was just plain sex, but to me, I did something punishable by death and I regret it….okay? It ate deep in me, something in me broke after I realised what I did to you ….”

Regret? The hell with you September. When he didn't regretted killing peoples then why he'll regret hurting you? Who are you to him? Just a simple fuck toy and nothing much. And I am damn sure that he will kill me the second next he'll get bore from of my body. Till then all I have to do is just to send Chris and Claire to a safe place. " Will you marry me?" I bite my lips in hesitation after hearing his question and replied the exact thing which he wanted me to say.

"Hey, calm down, little one. It wasn't your fault. If anything, it was mine. Who lets a woman completely unknown to him kiss him and kidnap him with his own permission? I guess I’m the only one. I knew from the start something wasn't right, but if I told you I regretted it, I’d be lying to you and to myself. The only thing I regret—and you can be sure of this—is having arrived late to your life." His words hang suspended on the line, leaving me mute and not knowing what to say. Memories of yesterday afternoon flash through my mind; I had liked being with him, kissing him, laughing, touching him, being by his side, but... there would always be a big "BUT" in the middle. Everything I did was b

Why not? Numbness spreads through my fingers and toes, but I'm proud to say that I act normal. Like my whole world isn't crashing down around my ears. Like my sweet boyfriend isn't waiting for me in the parking lot, clueless as fuck. "As in... you didn't want me to come? You regret what happened yesterday?" Will I die of this sweet ache? "I—regret? Theresa, come on." Dr Strom glares at me like I'm the one who's being confusing as hell. "Of course I don't regret it one bit. That was—I will treasure that memory, even if we don't... even if we never..."

He won’t be so confident I blink back my tears getting a hold of myself, I was done being weak before him. "I'm not jealous of you, Andrew," I said, my voice cold. "I'm just glad to be rid of you and I am certain you can never give me what Darius is willing to give me" Andrew's face turned red with anger. "You're going to regret saying that," he said. "You're going to regret ever hooking up with my uncle, I will make sure you return to the slumps where you belong."

He’s closer now, expression open and a little raw. “Do you regret it?” I ask quietly. “Writing this?” “Yes,” he says without hesitation. “And no.” I arch a brow. “Diplomatic,” I say. He steps closer, hands in his pockets like he’s resisting the urge to reach for me without permission. “I regret the part where I tried to erase myself from your life instead of fixing my shit,” he says. “I don’t regret telling you to sing for the world.” He pauses. “And I don’t regret that you didn’t forget me,” he adds, voice lower. “Even when you probably should have.”