Will She Regret Leaving Me Novels & Stories

"That's why I will still stand by what I said then, Karla. You are an answered wish. It doesn't matter how fussy you think you are, I am determined to fall in love with every moment this time. So I have no regrets." No regrets. I wish I could live this past with that determination too. With the determination to fall in love with every single thing so I don't have regrets. But maybe it was because I had seen his corpse..maybe because I have laid in our matrimonial bed all alone...it was hard. Extremely hard. I shook the thought out of my head. "What do you mean no regrets? Are you planning on leaving me?" He broke into small laughter. "Of course not. Why would I plan on leaving you?"

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

The look of betrayal in her eyes haunted me and when she told me to leave, her words felt like a knife in the chest. I wanted to say that I didn’t regret my decision because i made it for her, for me, for us, but I did regret it. I regretted it the moment I turned my back on her. The more steps I took away from her, the more distance I put between me and Adea, the more I hated myself and the more I backtracked. The more I doubted, the more I wondered if we could have made it out of the territory together. The more I wondered if I had made a mistake and the more I wondered if I could have protected her, kept her safe, and housed her without any money or a roof over our heads.

“You're going to regret this, you're going to regret everything you're doing to me.” “Fact is I've never regretted anything, Irene.” I sighed, running my hands through my hair. “You're going to regret not loving me.” “Don't cross your boundary, Irene.” “I'll leave now.” She whispered, “but you'll regret not believing me.”

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.

“You didn’t make me, Williams. You broke me.” His jaw tightened so much I thought it might crack. “You think you’re strong enough to walk away from me? Fine.” He stepped closer until his face was inches from mine. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. “But know this, Valerie—if you leave me, you will regret it for the rest of your life.” That made me laugh. A sharp, bitter laugh that even surprised me. “Regret?” I tilted my head at him, my voice cold. “Williams, even Vicky didn’t regret leaving you. Why would I?”

“Are you sure this isn’t because you’re still thinking about Keegan? That maybe… You regret that divorce?” My hands freeze from brushing the rim of my glass. Regret? Of course not. To be honest, it did cross my mind more than once. But it isn’t for the same reason as he or the other might think. No, I don’t regret leaving Keegan. It just temporarily feels empty after having to let go of what I have been holding on to for so long. I’m more of a sad regret. I know better than that. So, I say honestly with firmness in my tone as I shake my head. “No, I don’t regret it, and I’ll never will.”

“I regret everything, Kelly.” I clenched my jaw. “I regret what I did,” he continued. “I regret… leaving you. I regret the things I can never take back.” A part of me wanted to believe him. A part of me wanted to scream at him that sorry wasn’t enough. That no amount of regret could fix what had already been broken. But the truth was…I didn’t care anymore. His regrets didn’t change the past. And I refused to let them control my future. So, instead of answering, I took a step back.

She asked. I stared into her eyes, and I could see what was going on in there. She was begging me to say what she wanted to hear but Riley got to understand that I wasn’t that emotional type of girl. “No,” I said much to her disbelief. “I….you know what,” she asked while wiping the tears off her face aggressively. “I think I have to leave before your inhumane behavior rubs off me. I gotta go,” she left my side, picked up her bags, and was out of the house in no time.

"And I can see 'well' to a certain extent." I exhale, shaking my head. She clearly stops wearing them so she won’t be linked to her original identity. She really gave it a lot of thought. I still want to ask her that question that never really has an answer. Why did she leave? But then, when I ask once, I remember how she had shaken her head, squeezing my hand. "You don't understand, do you?" The disappointment in her eyes had shattered me. "So... what's that something spectacular that I can do to make up for my wrongdoing?"