You Ll Regret Losing Me Novels & Stories

"I was wrong… I know it's too late to say anything now. The company is gone. The money is gone. I have nothing left. I just want to ask you one thing. Did you ever, even for a second, regret leaving me?" I looked at his face full of regret and felt nothing. "Regret?" I asked, then let out a soft laugh. "What I regret most is being blind enough to ever know you. What I regret is not leaving the first time you blamed me over Maeve. Some mistakes can never be undone, Chance. You didn't lose everything. You simply got the ending you deserve," I said. His body shook; it was as if all strength left him. He collapsed onto the ground, and tears ran down his worn face.

As if she is a lifeless doll, looking for a response. " Does it hurt you?" He scoffs... " Did you hurt you when I said I regretted it? That's true. I regret. That's true you deserve all the pain. Do you know how much it hurts? Do you have any ideas of losing someone Dearing? I know! It's me who lost everything. It's me who lost the person who made me feel like I am worthy, I am someone who can live happily. " His cheeks get wet...

Anastasia Laurent and Andrew Rutherford have been betrothed to each other since childhood. For years, Anastasia believed that Andrew was the man destined to become her husband. But all those hopes come crashing down when Juliette Laurent, her widowed stepsister, returns to the Laurent estate. Tristan Westwood, Andrew’s step-uncle, is a billionaire known for being cold, ruthless, and nearly impossible to approach. However, several months earlier, Tristan was involved in a car accident that left him with a brain injury. After regaining consciousness, his behavior changed drastically. The man once feared as a ruthless and powerful figure now often behaves like a child, becomes easily depende

About him telling the doctor I was unstable. “I lost a baby,” I said. And my voice broke. “And he used it to make me look crazy.” Tears were running down my face now. I didn’t wipe them. “I’m not perfect,” I said. “I stayed too long. I was scared. I loved him. That’s not a crime.” I looked straight into the lens. “David Blackham is a liar. And a criminal. And if you believe that 30 second clip, then he’s already won.”

""Regret, huh! Did I hear you say regret? I guess you must be mad in the head. You will be the one to regret everything. For the first time in my life,you made me regret ever knowing you. You are deceiving yourself by thinking you can get me back like this. There's nothing you can do that can make me come back to you." He gritted his teeth, anger filling his voice.

Before leaving, I sent Leo one final message. "Alpha Leo, Cayden and I are gone. I wish you happiness in your new life. Goodbye forever." Then, I deactivated my number and sank my phone to the bottom of the lake. … Meanwhile, Leo, who was still in the middle of the ceremony, felt a sharp pain in his heart. His eyes fixed on the message, and a terrible feeling crept into his mind. He called me over and over again, but all he heard was the cold, endless busy tone.

I whispered, voice trembling as tears blurred my vision, each word soaked in the ache of everything I’d lost—and still hoped to fix. His warning cut through me like ice. “You know I don’t give second chances. If I see red flags, I’m out.” Each word wasn’t just a warning—it was a verdict hanging over me, slicing deeper than any wound. I swallowed hard, the weight of those words crushing my chest. I have to make him want to stay. I can’t lose him. Not after all this—never. Then, like a fragile thread holding me from breaking, his voice softened, trembling with something raw. “Don’t make me regret this.” It was almost breaking, and I could hear it—the vulnerability buried under his anger.

They had traded a lifetime of syndicate protection and untaxed gold bullion for a cheap holiday bird and the fleeting high of internet validation. Elena started rambling again, her voice cracking as she begged for forgiveness, saying she should have stood by my side during the Thanksgiving audit. She looked at me with hollow, desperate eyes, praying for a handout or a drop of my old mercy. I didn't care to listen to a ghost story from a traitor. I simply checked my luxury watch, claimed an executive meeting was waiting, and walked away without looking back.

I did not reply. With one arm holding my daughter and the other pulling my suitcase, I walked toward her mother's house. No disappointment remained. No compromise either. Only relief. "Goodbye, Gwyneth," I muttered. This was the last time we would ever see each other. From this moment on, we would have nothing to do with each other. Congratulations on losing me. The next day, I boarded a plane. I knew that once I left, I would never return. At the same time…

She hated how much it revealed, how much pain was packed into that one syllable. “Because it’s the biggest property deal of the decade,” he said, his voice a low purr as he began to walk again, this time down the side of the table, methodically closing the distance between them. “And for a launch of this magnitude, I needed the best. There was only one name on my list. Yours.” The compliment felt like an insult, a testament to the success she had built specifically to escape him, now being used as the very tool to drag her back. Her stomach twisted.