Please! i want you back!; Ex husband's Regret.

I slowly got out of my car, heading towards the mansion. I could feel my heart racing, my whole body trembling.

I still can't believe this is over. A whole four years of marriage gone down the drain.

I stood in front of the entrance door, contemplating.

"should i ring the doorbell or let my lawyer handle this?"

After gathering much courage, I finally rang the doorbell. It took a few minutes before I heard footsteps approaching. My breath ceased as the footsteps grew louder.

It had been one month since I last saw him. After witnessing him cheat with my best friend, Natasha, I knew I wasn't going to take it anymore. His constant betrayals had caused me nothing but pain. I had endured countless times, hoping he would change, wishing he would magically become the man I once fell in love with. but it turns out I was just fooling myself.

The door opened, revealing Ethan. His sky-blue eyes landed on mine, shock flickering across his face.

“A—Alice, you didn't tell me you were coming?” he stammered. Just before I could respond, Natasha appeared from behind him, wrapping her arm around him possessively.

I shut my eyes for a moment, a hard sting piercing my chest. I exhaled sharply, finally mustering the courage to speak.

“I called you several times, but you weren't picking up.”

“Oh, I was busy, I guess,” he replied, stealing a glance at Natasha, who smiled up at him. The fact that he wasn’t even remorseful made my heart sink deeper. I had been an idiot to believe his lies. He had used me.

Without wasting another moment, I pulled a brown envelope containing our divorce paper from my bag. I took in a deep breath before handing it over to him.

“Here, I want you to sign these,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite my trembling hands.

“Would you want to sign it now or…?”

“Yeah, sure, let's get this over with,” he said, taking out the papers from the envelope.

He turned slightly, glancing at Natasha. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of realization in his eyes—an acknowledgment of what he was about to lose. But then he asked, “Natasha, could you grab me a pen?”

Natasha smiled, her eyes sparkling as she nodded and slipped back into the house. I stood there, a fresh wave of disappointment crashing over me. It felt as though I was invisible, like I was nothing to him anymore. maybe I was never a thing to him at first.

Ethan’s gaze remained fixed on the paper, and I fought the urge to scream. Was this really happening? Did he really feel nothing?

“Ethan,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you still love me?”

He looked up, and for a heartbeat, I thought he might say something—anything. But instead, he shifted his weight, his expression blank, as if my question had never registered.

Just then, Natasha returned with a pen in her hand, breaking the fragile moment.

“Got it!” she chirped, as though she were handing him a trophy.

“Thanks,” he said, focusing on the papers again, scribbling his name without a second thought. A part of me wanted to scream, to demand he feel the weight of what he was losing. But I kept my cool, fighting back the threatening tears.

Once Ethan was done signing, he ran a hand through his hair, a gesture I had once found charming but now felt infuriatingly dismissive.

“Alice, I’m not trying to hurt you. This is just how it is.”

The words cut deep. I wanted to believe him, to see a glimmer of remorse in his eyes, but all I saw was indifference. “You never cared about how it would affect me, did you?” I said softly, feeling the tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

He didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the paper as if it held all the answers.

“Is it done?” I asked, looking into his eyes, searching for any trace of the man I once loved.

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone flat. “It’s done.”

He handed the paper back to me, and that was when I knew it was indeed done. The promises, the love we shared, the tears, everything was done. This was the end of us.

As I turned to leave, Natasha’s hand found Ethan’s arm, a subtle gesture of support, and I felt a wave of bitterness wash over me. They were a couple now, a new beginning forged from the ashes of my past.

I stepped back into the cool evening air, the weight of the divorce papers pressing heavily in my hands. I had come here seeking closure, but instead, I felt more lost than ever. I was a loser for letting him waste four years of my life.

As I drove away, the mansion faded in the rearview mirror, I couldn’t shake the image of Ethan and Natasha together.

The life I thought I had built was slipping through my fingers, and with each passing moment, the reality of my loneliness settled in. Tears filled my eyes, but I rubbed them away. I couldn't let myself cry for a man who clearly never wanted me.

I had to find a way to reclaim my life, to rediscover who I was outside of my marriage. But for now, all i could think of was how to get over this pain.