Broken Wife He Regrets Losing Novels & Stories

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I wanna throw up thinking about it. Used to admire him. Didn’t know he was out here pining for his ex while still married. Now look—lost ‘em both.” “Imagine finally realizing who actually loved you all along—only to find out she’s already gone. That shit’s heartbreaking.” “Yeah, well, I’m just saying… this whole thing’s screwing up company operations. I heard the marketing team had to work overtime three straight days ‘cause the budget approval was delayed. Didn’t leave the office till midnight.” “Not like anyone can do shit about it. He’s the only son, right? Whole company’s gonna be his sooner or later.”

I freeze, my stomach knotting up that I feel like I might throw up. “You’re joking,” I whisper, but there’s no humor in his face. He just shrugs. “You just ruined my fucking life, and you act like it’s some walk in the park, like…” “Like I do not care?” he cuts me off again, then lets out a deep, short chuckle. “And you are right, I do not. Because I spent all those weeks chasing what I couldn’t have, and now I have equally lost everything. You cannot control who you fall in love with, and even though I have lost, I do not regret loving. Because now I know I can feel something, and I am not so broken.”

Alex looked down at his cuffed hands and exhaled shakily. “The only thing I regret,” he said, “is watching you walk away from me. I regret not chasing after you that night. I regret not listening when you cried. When you were sick. I regret not choosing you… when all you ever did was choose me. I regret failing you, failing our marriage, failing everything we could have been.” His voice cracked faintly at the edges. “That is my regret. The only one.” Amara’s breath stilled. For a second, just one brief second, the sincerity in his voice hit her. Hard. She hadn’t expected it.

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

“You're just half a man of who Nelson is. Let me show you who a real man is” Do you know what hurts more, not Claire insulting or degrading me as nothing but Tracy walking hand in hand with Nelson who had a traveling bag in his free hand. I stared at them wondering if Tracy had ever shown me any form of respect. She finally brings him home. Tracy was filled with smiles, she's brushing red and doesn't even have the decency to hide it. I swallowed hard knowing I have lost my wife forever. My brows creased and my face hardened and they stood at the doorway for almost fifteen seconds before losing each other's hand.

I knew that there was no way I would not cry if he kept on talking about our breakup. “I'm sorry I broke up with you that way,” he started, and I felt my heart stop beating instantly, knowing that he regretted all his actions, but what I didn't expect was that his next word would shatter my pride. I feel like he wanted us to get together, but I knew that wouldn't be possible since he is going to die soon and I would be the cause of his death, which you don't want.

"Is that what you want to hear? I watch you laughing with him, trusting him, letting him in the way you used to let me in, and it drives me insane. Is that a crime?" "It's not a crime. It's just too late." I crossed my arms, refusing to soften even slightly despite the raw edge creeping into his voice. "You don't get to realize what you lost the moment someone else shows a fraction of the respect you never bothered giving me. That's not romance, James. That's regret. And regret doesn't entitle you to anything." He was quiet for a long moment, staring at the floor like the words had actually landed somewhere real for once instead of bouncing off whatever wall he usually kept up.

The better he treated her, the more it made her heart ache. “Naomi, look at me,” he said, gently tilting her face toward his. “Do you know what I regret the most after I went abroad?” Naomi blinked. “What?” "I regret not taking you with me. I regret not telling you I loved you before I left. But when you married someone else—that’s when the regret really hit me. I begged the gods for just one more chance. And so—" ***

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.

The realization that I had lost the only woman who had loved me and cherished me even more than herself for two minutes of pleasure broke me. My knees sank to the ground, as I crouched down, broken and defeated as guilt gnawed at my soul, and I couldn't help but wish that I could turn back time, make different choices, and be the man Reina deserved. But I knew that was impossible. All that I could do now was carry the weight of my regrets and the knowledge that I had lost not only my wife but the chance to father a child by her as well.