He Called Me Ugly. I Became His Biggest Regret. Chapter 07

He Called Me Ugly. I Became His Biggest Regret. Chapter 07

He lunged hands reaching for my arms then stopped 

mid–air. Remembered my warning. Shook his head in 

desperate protest. 

“Val means nothing! Nothing! But those words must have 

hurt you so much. Lucy I can explain. Yes, I said those 

things to get her into bed – but my feelings for you – those 

have always been real. Always.” 

I laughed. 

“You deliberately hurt me strategically to get another woman into bed. And in the same breath you’re telling me your feelings for me are ‘real.‘ Do you even hear yourself?” 

“From start to finish the only person you’ve ever thought 

about is yourself. Did you ever even once – think about 

ME?” 

He stared at me, blank. “I didn’t realize it bothered you that 

much. I thought with my explanation – you wouldn’t take it 

seriously. Besides, you know what you look like. You have a 

mirror. Why would you believe one stupid comment?” His 

voice softened. “My Lucy. Since when are you this fragile?” 

He actually smiled at me. With fondness. 

“And even if the gala hadn’t gone well so what? Our 

Families both have resources. I can take care of you. I’ll 

support you. I’ll handle everything for the both of us. The sky 

could fall and I’d still be there to hold it up for you.” 

He still believed – genuinely believed that I’d failed at the 

gala. That this was why I was angry. 

He had no idea. I had never performed better. 

I smiled. Shook my head at him. 

“I don’t need you to choose my future. And I don’t need you. 

to support me. I have my own path. My own plan. And if your 

can destroy me publicly deliberately, knowingly – without 

a shred of genuine remorse then my only intelligent choice 

– 

is to remove you from my life.” 

“Sunk cost does not factor into major life decisions. That’s 

basic economics.” 

“Marco. Remember I asked you could one wrong choice 

– 

send us down different roads forever. That afternoon – when 

you chose to publicly destroy me to get into Valentina’s bed 

– you answered the question yourself.” 

“Different roads. No shared path. I will not walk beside 

someone who does not respect me.” 

“Loving you. Trusting you unconditionally. That was my 

mistake. But you don’t have to keep making it. I’m correcting my choice. I’m leaving you.” 

“Every word I am saying right now I mean it. This has never been about anger. Never.” 

“When I told you our road ends here – I meant it. When I wrote that I have no feelings for Marco DeLuca that was also the truth.” 

– 

Desperation and panic crept up his face. He was nearly weeping. “Lucy. Don’t fall out of love with me. Please. I know now – I know how badly I hurt you. Give me another chance. I’ll spend my whole life making it right. You can hit me. Curse at me. Scream. Anything. Just – please don’t leave.” 

“I’ve never once imagined a life without you. I can’t. I CAN’T.” 

I took a deep breath. Speaking of cursing – I did have three words I wanted to return. 

“You asked for this.” 

“You’re filthy.” 

Three words. Same structure he’d used on me. Same 

devastating simplicity.