Will She Regret Leaving Me Novels & Stories

But she couldn't help but arrive at that conclusion, as she couldn't comprehend why someone she had never wronged would mistreat her and her son so callously. “Imelda, I promise to leave your house the minute I get enough money. I will never be a burden to you ever again. Thank you for everything”, she said with a tone of finality, bringing the conversation to an end having shut Imelda out of her heart forever. “Do it at your own pace, though. I'm not forcing you to leave”, Imelda retorted, still concentrating on her phone. “Of course”, Freya replied, sarcasm embedded in her tone.

Maybe she doesn’t. I turn to go. “You’ll regret this,” she calls behind me. “One day, when she hates you for abandoning her, you’ll wish you stayed.” I stop. My hand tightens around the car key in my pocket. “I’ll regret a lot of things,” I say without looking back. “But not this.” Then I walk away. And for the first time in ten years, it actually feels like I'm walking toward something real.

"This is just the start. You know what I regret most about these last six years?" She just stared at me. "It's not loving you. Not giving up my career. Not believing your lies." I looked straight at her. "What I regret most is not slapping myself awake the first day I learned the truth and walking away without looking back." I threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and walked to the window. "You should leave. I don't want to see you again for the next few days. And if I'm still alive after that..." I turned and smiled at her.

He hurried forward, gently patting her back, his voice tender. "Lisa, I'll stay by your side. I'll never leave you like this…" From behind, Dick shouted after me, "Divorce then! But don't you dare regret it. When you come crawling back begging for a second chance, don't expect us to take you in!" 'Regret?' A bitter laugh escaped me. Without looking back, I walked out the door.

Her right hand moves to her lips, and she strokes their moist folds before lifting her quivering gaze to me. “This is it, Gracie…This is why I can’t have you here, Gracie. I want you so much it’s driving me insane, and I can’t…I can’t let myself…I just can’t.” She’s still quiet as she stares at me with tears in her eyes, then she presses her lips together. “You’re gonna regret this,” she whispers a second after I lower my chin to avoid her gaze. “I’ll leave, Trevor, but you’re gonna regret this, and it might be too late when you do. I’m not going to wait around for you forever.”

There was a long silence on the line. It lasted so long Grandfather thought I had hung up. Finally, my voice came through. Calm. Unwavering. "William, please take care of yourself. But I cannot go back to that house." "If the children miss me, they can fly to Nice during their summer break. I will cook for them and take them to the beach. But I will never step foot in the Sterling estate again. And I will never see Alexander again." "Some mistakes can't be fixed. It’s like a shattered mirror. Even if you glue it back together, the cracks distort the reflection. I am at peace now. I don't want that peace disturbed."

I nodded. “Then, I would have to catch him in his fall.” She sighed heavily, losing hope in me. “I don't know why you're being like this. But I just hope that you don't regret doing these things for him,” she left a short smile at me before she also left me there. Would I regret this? Because I think I would regret not doing this for him.

However, he suddenly revealed our relationship on his own accord because he wanted to defend Leticia. I calmly looked at his furious face and nodded. "Okay. You regret it, don't you? Then let's divorce." I slapped the stack of divorce papers in his face and left without looking back.

I trailed off, recalling his lively conversation with that Rushnian woman on Instagram. Willow sighed deeply. "So, what are you planning to do now?" I thought for a moment and then replied, "Divorce, of course. Why keep a man like that around?" The New Year was approaching, and I didn't want to carry that baggage into the new year. Willow nodded. "I didn't expect Henry to hide it so well. I truly believed you'd found a loyal partner, but he proved me wrong." I took a deep breath, attempting to settle the turmoil within me.

"Give my father the recording on my phone. Don't let Vera steal credit for what our warriors died for. And this..." I paused, each breath harder than the last. "Give it to Rex. Tell him that I'll never forgive him. Never." Gray froze for a moment, and his eyes went red. "Selena, hang on! We'll find another helicopter! Selena, I'm sorry. We're sorry. We couldn't stop them…" "It's too late." I managed a weak smile as I felt my life slipping away. "After I'm gone, have me cremated. Burn everything I owned. Don't leave Rex a single thing. I don't want to see him ever again."