She Said "You'll Regret This" — Three Years Later, She Was the One Begging for Another Chance

Three years ago, the woman I loved slammed a bakery door so hard that a tray of croissants slid off the counter. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’ll regret this.” I laughed. I actually laughed. Fast forward three years, and I was standing in a Chicago alley at midnight, in a flour-covered apron, holding a very sad cake and a very expensive bouquet. I was about to beg that same woman to come back, in front of my two best friends, who had money on how fast I’d cave. Spoiler: I lost them a lot of money. Stay with me.