You Ll Regret Losing Me Novels & Stories

But every time she closed them, the image of Sean smiling at Patricia haunted her. Disappointed? That word was too small for what she felt. This was the total annihilation of her dignity as a woman. Niana reached for her phone on the nightstand. Her fingers trembled as she searched for a contact. But she stopped. She couldn't call anyone right now. She had to think. She had to be strong, even if her heart was shattered beyond repair. She looked at the laptop again. The video on the screen was paused on Patricia’s face, smiling triumphantly at the camera, as if the woman knew that one day Niana would see this.

He said it was the first gift he'd ever bought without asking his family for money, earned through three days of part-time work. He said the snow inside the globe would never melt, and neither would his love for me. Seven years had passed. The snow inside the globe was still the same as ever. But his love—I didn't want it anymore. After leaving Hugo's home, I checked into a hotel. Less than a day later, Hugo called. "Mia, where the hell did you run off to? Hurry back and clean up your junk!" I replied calmly, "I don't want it anymore. Just throw it away."

"You are going to regret this!" I snatch my hand from his grip and glower at his disgusting face. "Losing my job because of this won't make me regret anything. You know what would. Seeing your disgusting face in the corridors every morning, reminding me I had to open wide my legs for a fucking promotion!" I pause to look at him from head to toe in disgust. "That is what I would regret." ^^^^

I was dying to know. Once Lucas stormed off, the rest of us couldn't help but continue to tease him even in his absence. "Dude's got a serious case to deal with. That case he lost definitely gave him some kind of trauma," Caleb joked, chuckling. I grinned, shaking my head. "Yeah, he's never been one to take losses well, but this is on a whole different level. Lucas is a crazy mofo!” One of the guys chimed in, "I mean, who gets that worked up over a case? He’s gotta have bet some millions of dollars or something."

Her eyes seemed to say, "I've already lived such a troubled life, only to be treated so abhorrently by my boss. Just let me die." "Zachary and I were going to send you to the parent-teacher conference tomorrow as we're too busy. Now that Griselda has been gravely injured, you probably won't have time to go either. I'll tell the teachers to cancel our speech!"

, she said, her voice cracked and shaky. Diego slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on a point ahead. “Maybe I do. But I just can't process all of this. It's a bitter pill to swallow that I've lost everything I worked hard for. My company, my reputation. What's next? The case? Noah? You?” He said, his fears and doubts portrayed in his words. “No, you won't lose me. I'll always be here for you. And you won't lose this case. Noah's officially gonna be yours”, Freya said amidst tears, her tone laced with a mix of loyalty and despair.

"And what mattered, Ethan? What were you supposed to fight for?" "You," I said simply. "I should have fought for you." She stared at me for a long moment. I could see emotions warring behind her eyes, anger, hurt, something that might have been grief. "You're five years too late," she said finally. "I know." "I don't forgive you." "I don't expect you to." "And whatever you're hoping for, reconciliation, closure, absolution, you're not going to get it from me." "I know that too." I did. But I'd need to try anyway. "I just wanted you to know that not a day has gone by that I haven't regretted losing you."

I just smiled and made a perfunctory remark about it, refusing to continue listening to updates about it. There was a dinner after the forum, and I bumped into Austin there. Austin kept tugging at my sleeve despite my refusal to chat with him. Yet, he still stubbornly refused to let me go. "Serena, please, just listen to me. I can't do it without you. Can't you please come back?" "Mr. Lockhart, we are never, ever getting back together. Kindly stop bothering me. Thank you." "No, Rena, I still love you! You don't like Leticia, do you? I've already completely broken up with her. I'll only listen to you in the future. Please, I'm begging you, come back to me."

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.

“Fine, let’s say I believe you. What is it you want?” “I want to be a part of your life. I have lost so much. First, I lost my freedom for almost thirty years, then after being released, I came back last week to find out I had lost my baby girl and the only woman I ever loved.” his lips trembled as he said the last line and he gazed upward. “If I lose you too, I’m not sure I will make it.” he whimpered, and a tear of regret rolled down his face.