Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-husband's Regret นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He sucked on his bottom teeth and rounded the car to get into the driver’s seat. “Why?” I asked as soon as he closed the door after him. “You suggested a divorce and never went through with it. Is this some kind of show of power? Are you sick?” “I told you I regretted my actions as soon as you left, didn’t I? I couldn’t bear to completely part with you. I couldn’t.” “Oh really?” I laughed without humor. “And now that I have my life put together, you’ve come back to ruin it and rub it in my face? It doesn’t seem to me like you regret your actions, Jackson. If you did, you would let me go.”

"I thought you were the same as you were during our marriage. You always wanted me, and I always held back. I hate myself for it. Both times we've been intimate… I was either drugged or too drunk to think clearly." A bitter smile tugged at my lips as his words settled over me. The past had already left its scars, and I didn’t want him drowning in it again. “I can’t say I regret what happened between us back then," I murmured. "Because from it, I got the most precious gift in the world—our son."

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

All the hopes and dreams I had come crashing down around me, their sharp shards piercing my already wounded soul. I smile even though all I want is to cry and mourn. Mourn because I know his radiant smile isn’t aimed at me. It’s aimed at the woman he loves. The woman walking behind me in a beautiful wedding dress. The woman who happens to be one of my best friends.] Once again, thank you so much for your support. I'm excited about Noah's book. It will have a bit of the same DNA as Ex-husband's regret, but it will be completely different at the same time. Let me know what you think of the sneak peek.

I said to him. " It was supposed to be ours but you left before I even had the chance to show you. " He said. " You know why I left." I said. " Well here we are about to begin a new life, I mean who knew?" He said with a smile. I don't know where we were, I didn't even care, all that I knew about was that I didn't want to be here with him, all that I wanted to was to be with my husband. The man I love, even if he is a sadist because not even him could be as ruthless and as bad as this man. I had so many things running in my mind but the biggest one of all was regret. I didn't give my husband a chance to explain himself, I shut him out and I shut him down before he could even tell me what he

I chuckled, covering my mouth with my hand as the sight of day kept repeating in my mind. He opened his mouth to make me listen but I put my hand in the air. “Yes, I agree accidents happen but we were the only ones who were devastated. The one who hit him is living his life deliciously.” Ending in a hiss, I glared at him. My remark made me frown, slamming his fork down, he glared at me too as my words pierced him. “Deliciously? Before you I was in a broken marriage, nothing in my life was good too. Yes, I am in regret too but I am sorry I can’t do anything about it. I am already holding onto too many faults.” He growled, losing his breaths.

Not because he's putting me in a way that he'll threaten me about my company, but because I genuinely regret everything now. I regret leaving my man behind. I regret now thinking of what he can feel. I regret not looking back at him when I left. I regret denying him. And every ruthless thing that I did to him. No, I am not tied to my ruthless husband. He is the one who's tied to me, his ruthless wife. I let go of Kyrie's lips but distanced myself from him. "I'm so sorry, Love..." I whispered that only if he's awake, it'll only be the two of us who can hear. "I was so selfish.."

“If I'd known things would end like this, I never would've brought up this marriage... no matter how important it seemed to me.” He pauses, struggling to breathe as another sob threatens to choke him. “I said things that hurt you... I did things no father should ever do to his daughter,” he continues, his eyes fixed on her face. “And now all I have left is regret... and hatred for myself.” His voice falters, and a tear lands on Catarina's cold skin. “I'd trade everything, sweetheart... my pride, my harsh words, every argument... just to see you smile one more time.” He lowers his head, defeated by grief. “But maybe it's already too late... and that's the part that's destroying me the most.”

“Because I couldn’t carry it anymore without saying something to you. Not to the world, not to anyone else. To you.” I raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly is it you’re carrying?” He looked down at his hands, then back up at me. His voice, when it came, was quieter. “Regret. More than I thought I was capable of. I see now what I destroyed, what I dismissed. I see how much I wanted to be right instead of kind. And I see that I cannot undo it.” I studied him, waiting to feel something sharp. Anger, perhaps, or bitterness rising again. But what came instead was distance. The kind of distance that makes memory hazy. “You’re correct. You cannot undo it.”

“I’ve spent too long thinking about how to destroy them.” His voice was rough. “I never thought about what I would become when there was nothing left to destroy.” I swallowed. “That scares me.” He moved closer. His hand lifted toward my face but stopped before touching me. “You are the one thing I never planned for.” I looked into his eyes. “And yet you married me.” “Yes.” “Do you regret it?” His expression tightened. “Never.” The answer came quickly. But it wasn’t enough. “Then don’t let revenge become the only thing you have left.”