You Ll Regret Losing Me Novels & Stories

"She won’t have a choice. She’ll have to deal with me again, whether she likes it or not. And then… I’ll decide if I even want her back." Greg’s eyes darkened. "You always do this, Alex. You make reckless decisions, thinking you’re in control. And in the end, you ruin everything—even when you mean well." I smirked, but we both knew it was a mask. "I always get what I want, Greg. You know that." "Do you?" He arched his brow. "Because from where I’m standing, you look lost." A muscle in my jaw twitched, but before I could respond, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, my lips pressing into a thin line.

“You don’t get it, Judy. You never did.” “I do,” I said quickly, stepping forward again. “I know what it’s like to lose. I lost you once, remember?” He laughed bitter and sharp. “You never had me.” The words sliced through the air like a blade. But I didn’t flinch. Not on the outside. “Please lumian,” I whispered. “Let me be there for you the other night helped you let me do that for you again.” His body stiffened. He turned, slow and cold, his eyes no longer wild with grief but with regret.

he said. “I do,” I said. “That’s what scares me.” “Why?” he asked. “Because trusting you feels like choosing you over everyone else,” I said. “And you shouldn’t have to,” he said. “But I am,” I said. He was quiet for a moment. “Do you regret choosing me?” he asked softly. “No,” I said immediately. “Not even a little?” he asked. I paused. “I regret losing my friends,” I said. “Not loving you.”

I still can’t believe that I have lost everything excluding the woman I love—I’m getting her back, because I was too foolish and my head was over the clouds. I may have made some stupid mistakes in the past but that doesn’t mean I would do that now, I’m reconstructing my life and trying to make everything right. I’m trying to fix all of my mistakes and then leave this place as a new person (if you believe this then you’re a fucker) I’m never going to change and I won’t change, I don’t care if it would take me fifty years to get out of this place, I don’t care how long it would be; all I care about is getting my woman back.

"Do I look like I need it?" He hesitated. "You look tired." "Then yes," I said, standing. We stepped outside. The night air was cold, sharp. For a while, neither spoke. Then Ryan said quietly, "You didn't have to play back there." "I know." "Then why did you?" I met his eyes. "Because sometimes losing is worse than playing." He nodded slowly. "You're stronger than you think." I let out a soft laugh. "That's generous." "No," he said. "It's true."

Her face turned completely pale. I continued calmly, "You said the greatest regret of your life was not being able to marry him, so I decided to help you fix that regret. I met with Vince and told him I was willing to step aside. As long as you could stand in front of everyone and say 'I do,' I would back out completely."

“How dare you even think of such a thing? What will you tell the Starlings as your reason for divorcing their daughter? Or have you forgotten that Mr. Starling invested one billion dollars in our company when we almost went bankrupt, and now you want to pay them back with evil?” “But Mom, I don’t love Annabel. Our marriage was a mistake. Seeing her face every morning makes me sick.” “Oh please, spare me that. You don’t love her, and you went ahead to marry her and even have kids with her?” “Mom, that was a mistake, and now I’m trying to rectify my mistakes. Meadow is the one I love, Mom. Back then I made a huge mistake by telling her to abort that pregnancy and letting her go. Please help me

"It's okay, Ellison. We all understand you're worried about Becky. She's had quite a scare, and it's only right that you'd rush back to be with her instead of getting married—" "That's not it." Ellison cut her off, and after a long pause, where his throat seemed to struggle with the words, he finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and shaky. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert. "Lily... she's gone..." A hush fell over the whole living room. I did not know how much time had passed before I heard a loud crash. Mom's glass had hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces. "What did you say...?"

It seemed like Camilla was serious about ending our mate bond. “I don't have time to argue with you anymore," I declared, turning around with every intention of walking away. I didn't want to continue engaging in a talk with Alex. The more I listened to his words, the more angry I got. I was not angry at him,but at myself for being so stupid and not seeing what kind of treasure I had in my arms. They say that regret comes after messing up. It isn't until you lose something that you know how valuable it was. It is the state I am in right now.

I asked quietly, “Do you regret losing me, Roman, or do you regret losing what I gave you?” His head lifted. The question hung between us. He blinked, almost startled, before answering. “Both. I regret losing the fire in you. I regret taking your trust and turning it into something brittle. I regret not knowing that what you gave me was not mine to take for granted.” The words carried weight, but I felt them fall short. Not because they were false, but because truth spoken too late comes stripped of power. I leaned back. “You regret the results. I lived the years.”