Novel & Cerita Will He Regret Dumping Me

I wouldn’t lie to him, but there's no need to tell him the whole truth now. “We weren’t compatible,” I said matter-of-factly. Cade shook his head in disgust. “So, he dumped you without even break-up money?” He sneered. Cade pulled me a little closer, forcing me to meet his gaze so he could see in my eyes if I was lying. “Do you regret it now?” He whispered quietly. We stood dangerously close, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheeks. I hesitated and bit my lip, feeling that voice in my chest trying to come back.

Do you mean to tell me that I utterly messed up? He sat on my couch and said, "I think you'll regret your choice again." First, you hurt her, and you regret it, and now you are going to regret again for telling her everything. Oh man, this is going to be so complicated. You have to stop her, or else you'll cry in the end if you lose your girl, man." He threw the beer can at me and said, "You know that the leader of La Corpo doesn't care about anything." They do not care if she is your wife or how pretty she is. They would cut her open as long as they thought she might have a healthy organ."

“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.

"The pain, the betrayal, the humiliation... it will all be over. But if I survive? If the Moon Goddess lets me live through it, then I am completely done with that scumbag. I will never look back, and I will spend whatever time I have left actually living for myself." The doctor looked like he wanted to argue, but something in my eyes stopped him. I picked up my phone from the bedside table. My hands were completely steady now. The fear was gone, replaced by a cold determination. I opened Rex's contact and typed a short message. “I agree to the divorce. I will be at your office tomorrow morning to sign the papers and hold the rejection ceremony.” I didn't wait for a reply. I tossed the phone

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 bit my inner cheek. “Why can’t you get it into your head that I don’t want you, Diana? I’m over you.” He stressed, his words heavy in the empty hallway. “I don’t know what you think of yourself, but I have long moved on.” I scoffed, crowing my arms. “Any man that makes the mistake to fuck you will only dump you in the end, when they really see what you truly are beneath-” His eyes danced on my figure, and I held back a shiver. “-just like I did.”

Trading a love so pure for a web of lies. The depth of my mistake washed over me. I felt a profound, unshakable regret for trusting Josie. For leaving Noah. “My Noah… What have I done?” I needed answers. I needed to make things right. I tried calling Raymond, but he rejected my calls repeatedly. Frustration and guilt gnawed at me. I had to see Noah, to beg for her forgiveness. I stormed out of the hospital. The urgency of my mission propelled me forward. The drive to Raymond's villa felt like an eternity.