Broken Wife He Regrets Losing Novels & Stories

“How dare you even think of such a thing? What will you tell the Starlings as your reason for divorcing their daughter? Or have you forgotten that Mr. Starling invested one billion dollars in our company when we almost went bankrupt, and now you want to pay them back with evil?” “But Mom, I don’t love Annabel. Our marriage was a mistake. Seeing her face every morning makes me sick.” “Oh please, spare me that. You don’t love her, and you went ahead to marry her and even have kids with her?” “Mom, that was a mistake, and now I’m trying to rectify my mistakes. Meadow is the one I love, Mom. Back then I made a huge mistake by telling her to abort that pregnancy and letting her go. Please help me

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.

No one deserved to feel that alone. “Please, Jordyn,” I said. “Come home. Help your father fight for the company.” “I have nothing there,” he replied. “I ruined everything. My company. Our marriage. Everything’s gone. And it’s all my fault. I’ve made my bed. Now it’s time to lay in it.” My heart lurched again as I finally realized what this was truly about. Regret. Regret and guilt.

That's why he ordered his hit, but now, truly, things had gotten out of hand. The testimony that truly broke him came from Isabella Rivera, his ex-wife. She was looking good, happy and very beautiful. Of all the things he has done, mistreating Isabella was at the top of his regret list. Things were great when she was around but Eliza flipped his world upside down. Not to shift blame but she was bad luck.

He turned to me with that boyish grin, his dimples showing. "Why should I?" I teased, shaking my head. "Because that’s what a good wife does," he had said. "A good wife wouldn’t let her husband burn the whole kitchen down," I laughed, stepping beside him, and nudging him playfully. The memory shattered like glass, leaving behind nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth. I turned away, my fingers slipping from the frame. I didn't need these memories anymore. They were nothing but ghosts of a past that no longer belonged to me.

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

Not as the ruler of Carrington Bay’s underworld. But as someone who was still carrying an enormous loss even now. “Do you regret it?” Naomi asked softly. “Even though my father is already gone?” The question left Cale silent for a long moment. Slowly, his gaze lifted toward Naomi. And for a brief second, Naomi felt something incredibly dark and lonely hidden inside his eyes. “My deepest regret,” Cale said, his voice cold yet painfully honest, “is that I didn’t follow your father into the afterlife.” Naomi’s breath caught instantly.

He made their relationship seemed so weak that now the same woman who loved him more than anything doesn’t even want to see his face. Was his love so weak that he didn’t even try to hold her back? To fight for his sister and let her fight for her brother together. The egoist man a year ago was now nothing but a broken helpless one. His body fell on the floor as he curled up in a ball. Soon he heard heard thunderstorm making the windows of the hallway cackle furiously. The wind howled loudly telling him how lonely he is. “I am sorry. I am so sorry my child. Your father failed you. I am sorry.” He mumbled palming his head as he cried loudly. The regret of being the reason of his ex-wife’s misc

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

That question again. Always too late. Lena finally looked up. “Because I wanted one thing in my life untouched by legacy.” Her voice was steady. “You.” The word hit him harder than any accusation. She held his gaze. “And I was wrong.” Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Regret settling like dust. Then she walked past him. But just before reaching the door, she stopped. Without turning back, she said: “The tragedy isn’t that you divorced me, Sebastian.” A pause.