Broken Wife He Regrets Losing Novels & Stories

After saying these words, Ophelia shook off his hand and turned to leave without hesitation. Greg was hurt by her words, and he felt great pain in his heart. Just the sentence “a man with two wives” was full of cynicism, and it was enough to make him feel heartbroken and regretful. He regretted not cherishing such a good woman that he had at home back then. Greg looked disheveled. His face was pale, and he stood in the ward in a daze, not knowing what to do.

His eyes were drizzling like a stream. He couldn't find any way to console himself. There was nothing left except regret. The someone, whom he had loved, had lost her life because of his hasty decisions. He didn't think for a second that Ivana could ever betray him. But no, he didn't think about another aspect of this coin. His regret was dripping with each tear.

“I’m sorry.” He tilts his chin upwards. “Are you?” I shrug. “I wouldn’t have said that if I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry that you lost your wife.” “Have you lost someone before?” “Lost – like lost?” He chuckles. “Yes. Lost like lost.” “Does a breakup count?” There’s a brief pause followed by a shake of his head. “I guess? It's akin to losing. That means the person is no longer in your life and doesn’t share anything with you anymore.”

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

I had to remind myself that I never lost anything from that marriage because I never gained anything significant. Cadmus was right about one thing though. I do have regrets. I'm regretting all the nights I've shared with him. I regret letting him have the luxury of touching my skin—of sleeping beside me. I regret all the years I spent loving him and everything I gave him that he's unworthy of. Unfortunately for him, I took every part of me when I decided to leave. There won't be anything left for him. Whatever he may miss about me, won't be there for him anymore.

"Or perhaps it is not her who I was married to and so, maybe she has nothing whatsoever to do with my misery — or the lack of it with this breakup — anymore than your previous question did." "Then you're much more idiot than I conjured you to be. You know nothing about apologizing to a woman and if she ever felt insecure about your marriage with me, you should've given her the much needed explanations and comfort that she really needed. Now you can only suffer for the rest of your life while regretting what could've happened if you didn't back down the way you're doing right now. " "Believe me when I say I do not regret one bit of what had happened." His intense gaze bore into hers for a mom

“I’m not asking for forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. I was jealous when I saw you with him. I believed you were making a mistake and I thought you were better off with someone like… me. I know you got married and I’m happy for you. And unlike me, I know he will never hurt you and he will do anything for you. I love you, Althaia. I do. But I love you more as my family. You and Cara are the only ones I have left. I -” “Stop.” I felt the lump in my throat grow the more he talked. The way he was looking at me with eyes that held so much regret and sadness. “Stop talking as if you’re about to die. We’re getting out of here and we’ll be fine. I am done losing people I care about. Your words

“Wendy, I know this is my fault. The child is mine, and I can’t just walk away. You’re also aware that even after all these years, you still haven’t gotten pregnant. I was wrong, but you should bear some responsibility too. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” Inside, I sneered. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that? If you truly want to make it up to me, bring me the pill.” Clayton clenched his jaw and swore with all his heart. “Wendy, I swear this is the last time. If it ever happens again, may I be left penniless and reduced to nothing.” He had no idea that he was out of chances. I held the last regret pill in my hand, though I did not take it in front of him.

I took a step backward when he tried to approach me. "Was it the reason why you broke up with me? Harper, that's unfair. I get to decide whether I'll leave or sta-" "It's not the reason." Using my trembling fist I wiped off the tears that started to stream down my pale cheeks. "I broke up with you because I realized how much time I wasted because of you. I could've done so many things hadn't you kept nagging me. I could've reached a lot of dreams hadn't you kept pulling me back, hadn't you kept interfering. If only you weren't there. If only I never met you from the very beginning. Then maybe I could've done so much before I die. At least I could have died with no regrets."

"I didn't say that," — "but your face says it. Just because your husband might or might not have a child with someone else doesn't mean you should regret having his baby and falling in love with him." "You can't understand my grief," I sighed. "I do. My stupid boyfriend just broke up with me, duh." "Oh, yeah, but you didn't lose anything. I've lost everything to Hames, he has betrayed me."