Will He Regret Dumping Me Novels & Stories

“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.

God what the hell was I doing? “I just hope you don’t regret this tomorrow, I’m really having fun with you and would hate for you to ignore me, acting like it didn’t happen and blaming it on alcohol.” He said suddenly, his face changing to that of concern, was he really into me to care about how I would act? “I don’t regret liking you Luca nor do I regret drinking with you, or kissing you, nor would I regret the fact that I would get fucked by the sexiest man in the world. I tell you one thing I would regret though?” I asked, my eyes twitching. I was already regretting it.

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

"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.”

“Did you tell the doctor to write that I was mentally unstable after the miscarriage?” He was quiet. He then said: “I was concerned about you.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting.” He leaned forward. “Unless...” “Unless what?” “Unless you drop the charges. Come visit me. We talk. Like we used to.” His eyes were dark. “You know you want to.” I stared at him. At the man who knew every button to push. And then I did something I hadn’t planned. I smiled.

"Because I won. Not just in the material sense - though obviously I did. But I won the real victory. I stopped caring. He'll spend eternity regretting what he lost. I'll spend eternity not thinking about him at all." "Except for the monthly payments." "Which take me approximately three seconds to notice before I forget again." I smiled. "He has to work brutal jobs and live in poverty forever. I just have to receive money. Who really won here?" Aleksandr laughed. "You're delightfully ruthless when you want to be." "I learned from the best," I said, kissing him. As we made plans for our trip to Vienna next week, I glanced at my investment portfolio one more time.