Will He Regret Dumping Me Novels & Stories

"If it isn't jealousy, then what is it?" Will stepped right into my face and looked straight into my eyes. "Well, let me correct you." His voice was deadly. "First of all, I couldn't give a shit about who you fuck. Secondly, that's a stupid theory. You really think I'd ever fall for you? You?" He gave a short laugh and shook his head. "Drop it, Reggie. That's never going to happen." I felt something twist painfully in my chest but I wasn't about to let him see that.

“Ugh, the way she used to strut around like she already owned the place—future Mrs. CEO, my ass. All the crap she pulled? She’s finally getting what she deserves. Couldn’t be happier.” “Did you guys see that gossip site? Said our boss is officially divorced.” “For real? Damn. Goes to show, all the money and looks in the world don’t mean jack if you’re a trash partner. Even he got dumped.” “Funny, weren’t you fangirling over him just a few months ago?” “Ugh, don’t remind me. I wanna throw up thinking about it. Used to admire him. Didn’t know he was out here pining for his ex while still married. Now look—lost ‘em both.”

I trailed off, recalling his lively conversation with that Rushnian woman on Instagram. Willow sighed deeply. "So, what are you planning to do now?" I thought for a moment and then replied, "Divorce, of course. Why keep a man like that around?" The New Year was approaching, and I didn't want to carry that baggage into the new year. Willow nodded. "I didn't expect Henry to hide it so well. I truly believed you'd found a loyal partner, but he proved me wrong." I took a deep breath, attempting to settle the turmoil within me.

I raised my right hand, signaling Marcus to cut the call. The screen went dark. Marcus stood in the quiet room, looking at me not with disappointment, but with a profound, aching pity that I knew I had earned a hundred times over. "Rex..." Marcus whispered softly. "You're letting him go?" "I let him go the day I let Tracy yell at him in his own home," I said, turning my face toward the window as the cold morning light began to creep over the windowsill. "This is the only thing I have left to give him."

I neither admitted nor denied it. "Why didn't you tell us?" She started yelling, and her tears fell once more. "You could have warned him! Why did you watch as he jumped into a trap?!" She crawled over to me and started hitting my legs. "You were jealous, and you hate us! You're a malicious man, Cole Fuller!" I let her vent until she got tired of the beating and crying before I spoke, "I did warn you. Back at the club, I told you it was a trap, but you insisted I was cursing him, and now, you're blaming me for not warning you?"

He looked deep into my eyes without any sort of emotion and questioned, “Is this my child?” My stomach churned with anxiety with that question and unconsciously tears welled up in my eyes slightly. Who would have known it could come to this? Does he think that I am some cheap slut or something? Or, let's say, does he think I was actually having an affair with Luciano for real? At this point, it was all regrets and nothing less. Regret of having opened my mind to love when I thought he confessed love to me. Now I feel that I should have listened to Luciano about running away with the baby and not face this sort of embarrassment.

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

I don’t know what will be the thing that kills me first— the exhaustion or the humiliation. “You’re going to regret this.” “Regret what?” He asks, and I don’t even have the strength to put the snap I want in my voice. I just breathe out the words and hope they connect. “You’ll regret taking me back. Make me sing. Fine, whatever. But I swear— I swear that the moment you slip, I’ll be there to shove my claws straight down your throat. Or into your eyes. Whatever does the most damage.’ “You’ll regret this moment when the next place you wake is hell.”

"What do you take me for, huh? Do you think I'm one of those boyfriends who easily get dumped? Are you out of your mind?" “Let go, you're hurting me!” I gasped, struggling to breathe. After a tense moment, he released me, and I collapsed to the floor, coughing and holding my neck. "You should thank your stars that I still like you and find you attractive. No woman ever dumps me, okay? It's always the other way around." "You're a bastard," I weakly cursed. "And I regret ever taking your sorry ass from Sheila. You both are better off together!"

“It’s exactly like that.” He ran a hand through his hair. “My company is struggling. Diana is draining me. Everything is falling apart and I don’t know what to do.” “I don’t care,” I said simply. He blinked multiple times. “I regret everything I did to you.” “You should,” I replied. “You should regret the night you pushed me down the stairs and made me lose my baby. You should regret kicking me out of my own house. You should regret choosing my stepsister over me who sacrificed everything for you.”