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

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."

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

My ignorance prompted me to divorce her for Nelly, but I was simply being imprisoned. Everything was a nightmare during the years I was without Serene; I had to compromise because I hoped Nelly would change her ways, but she just became worse by the day. I do not regret spending millions on her in a week; I simply regret making the wrong decision in the first place. I was still wondering if Serene and her son would ever forgive me. "Sir, calm down; you are thinking too much," George said, shaking my shoulder. "You will not understand, George; I am so depressed."

The malicious voices of Emma rang in my thoughts as she jabbed me throughout each time I relived our encounter. "You trusted me." I lost my marriage together with my company along with my entire reputation. Time passed to the point where my constant grief started transforming into something more potent. A determined force consumed the melancholy until a stronger essence took its place. Resolve. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. For multiple years I built up every element that Emma and Henry stole from me so I could rebuild it all. Let them think they’d won.

He was an idiot, a total idiot who was paying for his mistakes. More and more memories came to his mind, the time they got married, the time she came to live in his house, the words he told her, making her feel nothing, telling her that the best thing that was going to happen to him in his life was that she was far away and now that she was, now that they were divorced he realized how wrong he was when he said those words. He never knew how to defend her from his grandfather's fury, he never knew how to tell his mother that she was the woman he loved, it wasn't until the end when he felt he had the strength to say it.

He giggled, "I thought you said you could live without me? Are you regretting all you said at the hospital and want to beg me not to leave you?" In my head, I kept repeating "YES" to his question while digging nails into my skin so that I could keep my sanity intact and remind myself not to fall for the stupid ideas running in my mind. I wanted to tell him that I regretted every statement I made at the hospital and beg for his mercy. I wished he could tear the divorce papers and tell me he could not leave me. I wished he could look into my eyes and profess his undying love to me. "Well, there is nothing we can do about this anymore. I have endured your shit and dirt for three years. I don't

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home. And regret will be the most important thing that I shall feel if I do not let the man that I call my husband, the man that I love if I do not allow this man to follow his dreams. He

Not our divorce. His regret.

And I will never go back. I turn to my husband, and our hands meet, intertwined, a silent confirmation of our union, of our shared strength. — Let's go, I murmured softly to my husband, my gaze burning with determination and happiness. Éric slowly nods, eyes moist, but sadness is palpable in every muscle of his face. He finally understands that his regrets will change nothing of what has been built here. The solitude that accompanies him now is deep, and he knows he will never find what he has lost.

He asked her, "Are you sure that you aren't the one responsible? We have seen a lot of divorce cases like these before, where a woman would want to ruin her ex-husband out of jealousy just because he left her and moved on with another woman after all she had done to support him. She would also want to ruin him and render him useless back, as she believes that she was the one who built him in the past. So because of the heartbreak, do you now want to ruin your ex-husband?" "No, officers. I love Dylan so much, and I can never ruin him. It hurts me the most to see the mess that he has become now, just because he couldn't control his third leg. Dylan is my husband, and if you see him today, tell