Will He Regret Dumping Me Novels & Stories

"You really think Wilde will stay with you? Between the two of you stands his mother's death." Silence. Then Mara spoke. "He loves me. Besides, we have a child. If I treat him well from now on, he'll forgive me. "When everything settles down, Wilde and I will move to Francia. Eventually, everyone will forget." A loud crash came from inside. Asher had swept everything off the table. Then he suddenly laughed. "Mara. What if Wilde finds out his mother was kidnapped because you leaked her information? "What if he finds out someone else donated the kidney, and you just lay on the operating table pretending to be the donor?

I was held back by those happy memories back when he was betraying me, causing me to relent and forgive him repeatedly. It was no longer the same, though. Once those memories had been exhausted, only revulsion was left. I merely furrowed my brow as I looked at him. "I'm not interested, Marco. I don't want to see you or have any further contact with you. I felt nothing but relief after calling off the engagement with you."

Never straight, always bitter when talking to people. "You're so going to regret being this arrogant, Hunter." Cole spat and I chuckled. Someone needs to tell him that I've been regretting for a while now. Not just a while, for over a year actually. My regret started the day I put my signature on the divorce papers. "Just tell me what it is. Is it Tyler stirring up my house to find out my location? Tell him I'm on Columbia island. He can come to get Claire. I won't stop him." I said in a hoarse voice. Cole went silent for a few minutes.

Ashley felt her cheeks flush, confirming Lin’s question. “Oh you naughty girl,” Lindsey teased, making Ashley chuckle as she hid her face with her arms. “You know I'm supposed to feel bad because of my guy I don't, I don't regret it,” Ashley said, no guilt in her voice. “Has Ashley finally found the one?” Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at her suspiciously. “No come on Lin, it was probably a one-time thing, given that I snuck out before he woke up,” Ashley said but this time her voice heavy with disappointment.

“As long as you stop pushing away everyone who’s trying to help you.” “I don’t like owing people.” “Then think of it as me paying off a debt,” he said. Her brow furrowed. “A debt for what?” “For not being able to save someone I should’ve saved,” he replied flatly. “You don’t need to know who.” Lydia looked at him for a long time, her expression softening just a little. “Cale…” “But if you really want to know why,” Cale said quietly, “that’s it. I just don’t want to regret something twice.”

“You might say things you’ll regret.” I met her gaze without flinching, and my nose flared. “I already told you that night. I have no regrets.” I paused, then let out a slow, mocking sigh. “Well, actually, that’s not true. I do have one.” She raised a brow. “I regret ever considering you a friend.” I smiled sweetly, tilting my head. “You and Jaxon are so meant for each other. And I hope you both rot in hell.” Her jaw ticked. “Just because he dumped you doesn’t mean something tragic will happen to us. You watch too many movies.”

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

"That's a lot of mystery for a man who claims to be honest." "I'm being as honest as I can without telling you things you're not ready to hear." "Try me," she said. "I just got publicly discarded by the man the universe decided was my fated match. My capacity for bad news is at an all-time high." That did get a reaction — brief, almost involuntary. Something shifted in his expression. It wasn't pity. It was something more complex than pity and considerably less comfortable to look at. "The rejection," he said. "Did it hurt?"

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

A dumb nepo baby who thought clout was currency. She plastered on a smile anyway. “Mm-hm. Sounds… riveting.” He didn’t catch the edge in her tone. Of course he didn’t. “You’d love it. I mean, you’re with me, so naturally people are gonna notice. Cameras, influencers, like, your whole scene.” He gestured at her with an open hand, almost knocking one of her shopping bags to the floorboard. “You’re wasted on Silverwoods. We could—” “Out.”