Novel & Cerita Will He Regret Dumping Me

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.

“Now is your chance. Say it.” Despite my total disappointment in him, I am indeed curious. Why on earth did he do these things to me? I am fine with him dumping me, but does he have to play me like a fucking toy?! And that video he made…God, my stomach swirls with disgust just thinking about it! “I…” He pauses for a long time as if it’s hard for him to say it. “Before I say this...you have to know that I’ve regretted everything a long time ago. I drop the plan eventually because I’m really in love with you. If—if you hadn’t found out about it, we would be so happy together right now—”

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

Her face turned completely pale. I continued calmly, "You said the greatest regret of your life was not being able to marry him, so I decided to help you fix that regret. I met with Vince and told him I was willing to step aside. As long as you could stand in front of everyone and say 'I do,' I would back out completely."

"However, the man who failed you is still alive at least. Miss Vera, you still have a chance to right this regret." His tone sounded weaker than it had ever been before and his alluring eyes seemed to have lost their light, looking so depressed and lonely. His words had also seemed to reveal what his irreparable regret was. Madeline casually picked up the glass and drank the liquid in it, then chuckled lightly. ‘Jeremy Whitman, I'm afraid your regret is only because you feel ashamed for having done something bad, no? ‘You’ve never cared about me. More misconceptions will only hurt me more and make me regret more.

"If you think I threw you away for her." "You did throw me away." The words explode out. "Maybe not for her specifically. But you threw me away for your company. Your pride. Your fear. The reason doesn't change the result." "You're right." He moves closer. Not close enough to touch. But close enough that I can see the exhaustion in his face. The sleepless nights matching mine. "I did. And I'll regret it every day for the rest of my life." "Regret doesn't fix anything."

“No, please—” “You will see what beauty and treasure you had in your hands, and you’ll understand how you almost destroyed it, and threw it away. You’ll see that I valued what you did not, and that I have offered her what should have come from you all along. Regret will haunt you. Despair will be your bedmate. And you will never, ever, be free of it, you fucking asshole.” I snorted the air from my nose in contempt as he slumped to the ground again, weeping, then turned on my heel, and left.

He pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Linda and I are getting married soon. I don't care about whether you've gotten rid of those filthy thoughts or not, but keep them buried in your heart.” "If Mom or Linda are hurt because of you, even a little bit..." I instinctively straightened my body and loudly recited the words that Alfred made me memorize every day. "I really have gotten rid of them. I'll never dare to think that way again.” "Someone disgusting like me could never be worthy of you. Only lowly people would lust after their stepbrother." Ethan's expression immediately turned ugly. Footsteps sounded outside the door again. Linda appeared at the doorway, biting her lip with a pal

"I'm not thrilled that you told him before I could, it wasn't the way I wanted him to find out. You told him... I didn't. He's hurt right now — unlike us." "I don't care about him. I care about you — about us. This is worth it for me... isn't it worth it for you?"Jeremy asked."I'm getting the feeling that maybe you're having some regrets." Some regrets maybe... "I regret not ending things sooner with Colin... I didn't want to hurt him. I don't regret you. I want this to work out just as much as you do. This is our second chance." A smirk tugged on his lips and he extended his hand out towards me."Come here."

I can’t lose him – can’t let him go – not when we’ve come so far – when there is such wonderful good between us - I fall to my knees at his feet. “Please,” I whisper. It’s the only word I have left. “I regret you,” he growls above me. “I regret loving you, regret trusting you, regret…” I know, instinctually, that he was going to say that he regrets having the boys – but that would be too far, a lie. We both know he’ll never regret them.