Will He Regret Dumping Me Novels & Stories

“You sound like a joke right now, Miranda. I have a meeting. You can either see yourself out or have the office to yourself. Just know I’m not coming back until tomorrow.” Her shoulders slumped. I didn’t care. I grabbed my things and headed out of the office. “Get married? Really? When I’m trying to get back my wife? What a joke,” I muttered—uncertain if it was loud enough for her to hear. “What?” she gasped, running after me and grabbing the hem of my suit. “What wife are you talking about? Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to Megan after she dumped you!” “Dumped me?” I scoffed. “I let her go that night. I had the power to stop her, but I let her go on purpose. And now that I have us

She kicked me in the back of my leg and said coldly, “Regret? The only regret I have is marrying you! “Apologize to Max right now! Otherwise, don’t whine at me for throwing away all the years we’ve had together.” My leg hurt terribly. I looked at her and pleaded, “There really is someone in there! Even if it’s not Susan, you’ll still get fired if there happens to be someone in there!” Willow said confidently, “It’s just one life. I have done a lot of good things. Even if someone dies, I can get away.”

“We never suspect the people we trust. He’s the fool for throwing away a damn good woman. I promise you he’ll regret it for the rest of his life.” “He does seem apologetic—or I’m an idiot for believing his remorse.” “I have no doubt he regrets it,” he said seriously. “And especially regrets getting caught.” I stirred my coffee because the cream had settled at the top. “He said he wanted to tell me the truth and, since he was honest with me when he didn’t need to be, asked if there was a chance we could⁠—”

, she smirked, before storming off in a rage. Immediately, her back was turned. I pushed him away from me, with a look of horror. "What was that?" He couldn’t answer. He just stood there, looking at me with what looked like regret written all over his face. “Don't you ever do that again. I am not your emotional dumping ground" I hissed, leaving him standing there gaping at me.

He didn’t just say what I think he said, what…why would he say that all of a sudden? “Henry…” “I know it sounds unbelievable right now, I mean I’m the same guy who threw his wife out of his house, took their child from her, and made her feel unwanted when she clearly loves me. I’m the same guy who took my mistress in and stayed with her without realizing what I’ve lost. I’m the same guy who rushed to his ex-wife after finding out he has a cheating girlfriend and is now confessing about his unwanted feelings to her. I sound pathetic right?” He asked with a low chuckle but I didn’t say anything.

he replied before palming his face again and I watched as regret seeped into his demeanor and made him wish he did so many things differently. I couldn't speak. I just sat there, opposite him on the other side of the table, and watched him groan and hiss in regret and anger, not knowing I was the cause of his mishap. Not having a single idea that I made a deal with Dennis to make him pay for dumping me years ago without being aware that he did it for my own good.

“Revenge? For what? It’s pretty clear you’re the one who messed up, Alex. If anything, you should be trying to get closer to her and make things right, not push her further away. What kind of revenge are you even talking about?” Alex hesitated, then said, “I thought she moved on. She had a kid with someone else, and she’s been going on dates. I guess… jealousy got the better of me.” Greg let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Your ego is going to destroy you if you don’t learn to control it. Not every thought that pops into your head is a good one, Alex. So, what changed your mind? Why the sudden regret?” “I saw her son today,” Alex said quietly.

"The injury on your back is fine, but..." I saw him suddenly become serious and hurriedly asked, "But what?" Frank leaned his head on my shoulder, sighing, "But it's going to leave a scar. You’re not allowed to dump me because of it." I couldn't help but feel helpless. If he hadn't blocked for me, I might have been disfigured. How could I possibly dump him because of this? It was just a scar. What mattered was that he was fine. "Don't worry; how could I possibly leave you?"

I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, "what exactly can you do, Julian? The woman you've been sleeping with is pregnant with your child. Tell me... what fix is there for that?" He stepped even closer. For a second, I thought he might reach for my hand. "If that's what's stopping you from coming home," he said, "I told her to get rid of the baby. I'll make sure she does. I'll cut all ties with her completely. Just come back to me." My stomach turned. I had expected excuses—alcohol, stress at work, maybe even blame directed at me. I had expected tears and promises that he'd become a better man. I hadn't expected him to throw away his own child so easily.