Will She Regret Leaving Me Novels & Stories

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

I didn't even flinch, I had already made my decision. She looked straight at me. Her voice trembling with anger. "If you walk away now, you'll regret it." She said. I leaned closer. "No Paige. The only thing I regret is saying yes in the first place." I turned and walked away.

She stood up to leave and set out with her plan but I stopped her with my words. "Don't put your mind to sending the Luna off so easily. She's not going to be easy to send out of the pack. Even if she doesnt get the retribution she deserves, don't tarnish your image and reputation to make sure it happens." She chuckled darkly "what's left of it?" I couldn't help but ask her "What happened to you?" I didn't want to say 'you were so nice' in order to avoid suspicions. She looked at me, many emotions swirling in her eyes, the one I saw boldly was regret. What did she regret so much? "That's a story for another day." She said finally walking out.

"No ,I'm not yet done. One day one time you're going to eventually hurt your mate so bad that she would eventually leave your ass . You'll regret it but it will already be too late and you will live the rest of your life in regret. She'll move on and find someone better than you and maybe she'll have a couple of children and be so happy while you stay in the shadows watching. It will eat you from the inside and you'll wither and remain cold and.." "That's enough Andrea" "You'll only know how much she'll mean to you when she's long gone. So before that happens,grow a fucking pair and start caring "

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

My six-year-old son fed me the cake that triggered my allergy and killed his unborn sister. He was smiling when he confessed, as if he had done something wonderful. “Aunt Vivienne said the baby would go back to the Moon Goddess. Then you and Daddy could break your mate bond, and she could stay with us instead. That way, Aunt Vivienne would have more time to play with me!” My heart clenched. I couldn't hold back anymore. “But Mommy and your sister can play with you, too. Can't we?” “Yeah, but…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “But it's boring when I'm with you, Mommy. Daddy and I have more fun with Aunt Vivienne.” The words hit me like a blow. For a long moment, I couldn't say a

“I will help you do this because I know you are doing this out of love, but if she gets sight of you, you know she’ll leave. It’ll be harder to find her in another country.” “I will stay hidden and keep out of her way. I just want to know she’ll be okay.” “Fine. When is she leaving?” “Keep it between us. Regina is leaving next week.” -=- Regina had fought long and hard with her thoughts. She knew leaving was the only thing she could do to forget everything that had happened in the last year. Being in the apartment where she and Owen made love on almost any available surface was hard. Everywhere she looked, she was reminded of happy times, of times when she was complete. When she was carefree

“You think you do. You feel it now. The heat. The emotion. But after… you might regret it.” Her lips parted. “I won’t.” “You don’t know that.” She sat up straighter. “So you’re stopping because you think I’ll regret being with you?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. And because I don’t want to be something you regret.” Her voice cracked a bit. “You wouldn’t be.”

During all the time I'd been gone, he hated himself every single day. He wanted so badly to tear open his chest and show me how the thorns of regret had grown wild inside him, piercing through his organs. But facing my cold, indifferent black eyes, all the words in his heart got stuck in his throat. He couldn't say a single one. Fresh ginkgo leaves rustled down between us, as if separated by a decade of unmelted snow. "Go back." "I don't want to see you." I turned to leave. "Don't go—"

Sovereign command. He thought about the ceremony. About the way she'd looked at him when he said the words: not breaking, not begging, just watching him with that flat terrible clarity while something shifted in the air between them. He had told himself she was managing her dignity. He understood now she had been managing something else entirely. Something that had no name in any assessment manual he'd ever read. He thought, ‘I rejected the most powerful bloodline alive in front of everyone I lead.' Then, underneath that, quieter, the thought he didn't want: ‘She walked out of that hall alone and something in that forest was already waiting for her.’