Broken Wife He Regrets Losing Novels & Stories

He took a step closer “And I wasted them I know that But I’m not wasting this moment Just give me a chance to prove I changed” “Marcus this isn’t a negotiation” “It is for me” he said “Because you’re the only thing I’ve ever been afraid to lose and now I already have but I want to fight for you anyway” His voice cracked He never let it crack For one second Just one I felt the old ache trying to crawl back into my heart But I shut it out “You should have fought for me when I was your wife” I said “Not when I walked away” I turned again He followed again

He never loved her. He never chose her. And he never believed she could leave. For three years, Elena played the perfect wife to Adrian the cold, powerful billionaire who married her only because their families demanded it. She cooked for him. Waited for him. Supported him and loved him quietly. But Adrian never treated her like a wife. His family constantly humiliated her, while his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, slowly found her way back into his life. The final blow comes when Elena discovers Adrian is planning to publicly announce Sophia as the woman he wants by his side. That night, Elena removes her wedding ring and places it on the table. “I’m done begging for a pl

" Ten years of love, wasted. So this was who he really thought I was. Around me, the boutique employees whispered and pointed. Their scornful stares felt like a thousand needles stabbing my nearly naked body. I looked at Lex and laughed softly. "Lex, so this is how you see me. There's something I forgot to tell you yesterday, but today's not too late. "Let's break up. Lex, the biggest regret of my life is ever having met you. From now on, your road is yours and mine is mine. The only connection between us is that you're my brother-in-law."

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine. I looked down. Divorce Papers. My breath caught. I could feel the room spin. "Why?" I whispered. The anger drained away, leaving only emptiness. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I only married you because we were fated mates," Rex said flatly. "I never loved you, Rosemarie. I tolerated you because of the bond, but Tracy is back now. I'm done pretending. I'll give you a generous settlement. You'll be financially secure."

“I know I was wrong! I’ve already lost our pup. Goddess, I can’t lose you, too!” “I’m begging you. Don’t leave me. Breaking the bond… it’ll kill me!” Tears streamed down his face. His voice was raw with misery and pain. But it didn’t move me. Not anymore. Ever since I lost the pup, my heart had turned to stone. I looked down at him, my voice devoid of any warmth. “The one you should be begging isn’t me. Go to hell and find your child. Beg for his forgiveness.” “Rowan,” I said softly. “I regret ever loving you.”

I signed the papers. The sound of the pen scratching against paper felt louder than my own heartbeat. Ethan glanced at the signature, nodded once, and walked out without another word. The door closed. And just like that, my marriage ended. I placed a hand over my stomach, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. “I won’t beg,” I whispered to the empty room. “And I won’t stay.” He had thrown me away without regret. One day…he would learn what it truly meant to lose me.

Regret was eating at him, and that regret was the only reason he came crawling back. And as for me taking him back? That was nothing but his superstition. A fantasy that would never come true. He should have known better. But he didn’t. Instead, he threw himself blindly into this romantic game. And what did they say about playing such games with someone whose heart you have broken? You will always lose. A woman whose heart you destroyed will never be the same again, and if she chooses to play along, she plays to win. Since he didn’t know that, he couldn’t blame me for teaching him the hard way.

“The old me was single-minded about stabilizing WS Group, obsessed with expanding it as quickly as possible. I wanted to prove myself to those founding shareholders who looked down on me and silence all the doubters. I admit, I was too competitive back then. My eyes were fixed only on the company and work, neglecting the person I should have cherished most… you.” “Truthfully, I think the old you was outstanding in every aspect except as a husband,” I said sincerely. “So don’t let our failed marriage make you dismiss everything else about yourself.” He smiled wryly. “Scarlett, you don’t need to comfort me. Back then I was either emotionally clueless or just too self-centered. Now I regret it.

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.