Broken Wife He Regrets Losing Novels & Stories

Over Liam. "You chose this," I said quietly. "You chose your mother over me. Over the truth. Over everything." "I know." Ethan's voice broke. "And I'll regret it for the rest of my life." The words hung between us. Genuine. Painful. True. But they didn't change anything. They couldn't give back the years I'd lost. Couldn't give Liam back the mother he'd deserved from birth. Couldn't undo any of it. Regret didn't fix broken things.

“People are just funny like that. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, and only regret it after they lose it. “But regret doesn’t change anything. He’s already gone abroad. The apartment has been sold too. From now on, there’s nothing left between you two!”

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

She watched him for a second longer, her gaze searching his face one last time, as though trying to find something worth holding onto. Whatever she was looking for, she didn’t find it. “You will regret this,” she said. She turned before anyone could respond, her steps quick and decisive as she walked out. The door slammed this time. The sound echoed through the office, leaving something fractured in its wake. Silence followed. Matthew stood there for a moment, unmoving, his chest rising and falling a little faster than before. Then his hand came down hard against the table. The sharp crack of it broke through the quiet.

I had affairs. My eyes shut, and my hand tightened my grip around the glass. “I regret it…” I muttered under my breath.But regret doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t undo the damage. It doesn’t bring her back. And now, It’s too late. Or maybe...Maybe it had to happen this way. Maybe I had to lose her to understand just how much she meant to me. Because if she hadn’t walked away would I have realized it? Would I have stopped? Or would I have kept going, thinking she would never leave?

Not to beg. Just to be close. To be in the same zip code. To let her know, by his proximity, that he wasn't going anywhere. He got into his car. As he drove out of the city, leaving the lights and the noise behind, he felt the "regret" begin to shift. It wasn't a weight anymore. It was fuel. He had lost five years. He would never get them back. But he had the rest of his life. And he was going to spend every second of it proving to the woman in the beach house that the man who broke her was dead.

I begged like a fool that I was, grasping onto the hem of his pants desperately. My heart clenched painfully with hurt when he eventually shoved me aside with his leg, rebuking me fervently. "Don't touch me! I want you to pack your things and get the fuck out of my house. I am done with you, Kristine. Marrying a barren woman like you is my greatest regret. I married you for one purpose! Provide me with a fucking heir; it was just one task and you failed to accomplish it. I don't see the purpose of continuing this charade with you. I want you out of my house by tomorrow." He told me, his voice laced with anger and malice. I continued begging him regardless. I knew I was being a fool, I just c

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

I started to say, sitting up and pulling the sheets to my chest, but he cut me off with a harsh, barking laugh. ​"Help me? You trapped me into a marriage I never wanted by playing the hero, and now you’ve drugged me in my own house just to make sure your spot in this family is secure," he sneered, reaching for his shirt and throwing it on with jerky, angry movements. "You are the most calculating woman I have ever met, and I want you out of my sight before I say something we both regret. Don't think this night changes anything, it only makes me despise you more."

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...