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

Here was this half-stranger having faith in her words when she had barely even said anything, while her husband, sorry now ex-husband, was treating her words as comedy. “The love I had for him.” She clarified, “That love is now just a gaping hole in me, and I plan to find a way to fill it up.” Her voice was filled with conviction. Hesitantly and slowly, he reached out for her, placed his hand gently on her shoulder in consolation, “I know you have probably heard this a lot but I am truly sorry for your loss, your son was a wonderful boy and he would have grown up to be an even wonderful man under your care.”

I wish I could turn back time and fix everything. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the pain and regrets. VIHAAN'S THOUGHTS: (voiceover) I don't want a divorce. I will never give her divorce .But I don't know how to fix things. I feel lost, like I'm drowning in my own mistakes. Vihaan opens his eyes and notices a picture of Sukoon and him on their wedding day, framed on the bedside table. It reminds him of the love they once shared and the happiness they experienced together.

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.

Come to think of it, the moment I lost the memory, it seemed that my love for him had disappeared with it. I was quite sure my love for him had already gone completely, and the fact that I felt empty made me desire a little vengeance. On different occasions, I could remember how his outrageous sheds had caused my face to turn a deep shade of red. It was obvious I was a loser in the marriage. These were the thoughts that rambled through my heart. With that decision, it was as if a thorn that had been embedded in my chest had been removed. But then, I had to find an appealing way to express to Luciano’s dad that I couldn't stay for now.

"You really have some nerve, going behind my back to have Ivy killed! Do you know how heartbroken Vivian was when she saw Ivy's body? You evil woman! I must have been blind to have chosen you in the first place!" I was slapped so hard my head turned to the side, my cheek burning with pain. "Is that so? Then let's get divorced!" I wiped away my tears. I held these words in for too long. I originally planned to wait for the King's official order so I could leave Roland with my honor intact. But now, I truly could not take it anymore. The hatred and resentment from my previous life, combined with the pain of this life, overwhelmed me. It was as if I were trapped in a cocoon, unable to breathe o

My heart ached and I didn’t know what to do. Finally, I summoned the courage to start the car and drive out of the parking lot. My eyes clouded with tears and I wiped them off at intervals. I needed to focus on the road. I couldn’t risk getting myself into an accident because my ex-husband decided to get married to his ex-girlfriend. I mean, we weren’t together, so it wasn’t my business. I couldn’t let myself be miserable because of that. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I still felt my chest hurt.

He breathed out, already regretting what he's just done. What was he thinking? He was frustrated that they failed their last two matches but why did it have to come in between him and his wife. He immediately vacate out of the kitchen, not wanting to see her falling apart for he can't take it. They both need this space but why divorce?! He grip his head and kept walking down the curb with regret pouring from every pore of his being. This was not in his plans...

But then a message popped. “I regret it everyday. I regret ever getting with Camille, I regret pushing my family aside. I am truly sorry, Diana. I know that nothing I say or do will bring our little Angel back, but I'm trying everyday to be a better man. Today is the last day you'll be my wife. I'm sending the divorce papers tomorrow. I've already signed my part. I want you to be safe. That's all that matters to me.” Has Nathan been possessed by a ghost?

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

“Well, thank you for your concern, but that won't happen. I don’t know what’s going on with my husband’s company, but—“ “But you’re his wife. How come you don’t know?” I ignored the question. “You should know that I love my husband so fucking much, much more than you can imagine. And even if he goes broke, I'll continue to love him. I will still be with him, by his side. I am not with Nathan for his money, and I never was. I am with him because he helped me when everyone turned their backs on me. He turned my life from that of despair into a beautiful one. He made me a better person, and I will always love him as long as I breathe. Come rain, come shine. I don't care if I have to work odd jo