Broken Wife He Regrets Losing Novels & Stories

“Yes, mom really loves her. The sermon I received from her was terrifying and the slapped I received wasn’t just husband and wife, it’s a clan after I confessed what the reason why we broke up is.” He chuckled. “Because you’re a jerk who let her slipped away, what really is missing that time was the wedding then you’ll do that.” “I know, that’s what I regret the most.” “But too late for you, she doesn’t believe any man anymore.” I crooked my forehead and looked at him. He’s leaning on the chair he sits on then looked at the ceiling. “What do you mean?”

Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes. “I still can’t believe it, Mom. Sharon left me. She tore our marriage certificate and wrote a letter that broke my heart. She said she doesn’t love me anymore.” “From the beginning, Mom and Dad told you Sharon wasn’t a good woman. She thought marrying you would make her rich. Stop wasting your tears on that cheap woman! She’s not worth your tears.” Bruce pursed his lips, holding back the tightly wound pounding in his heart. He closed his eyes, remembering the face of Sharon that he used to look at before sleeping. But now, that face left a deep scar in his heart. Sharon ruined his life.

She looked too fragile with shadows beneath her eyes that hadn’t been there before. His features settled into a hard line. “You look so thin and weak. Only if you had listened to me in the past.” he said, anger and pain evident in his voice. “I told you not to marry that man.” The words weren’t cruel. They were burdened with regret and heartache. Elliott regretted not intervening to stop his sister when she left years ago to marry into the Blackwood family; if only he had made her stay. The regret took a firm hold on his chest.

“Look, Rach, Darius is your husband now; he deserves to know how much of a threat Andrew is being. He must handle his nephew before we take serious action. “But you know that can’t be possible, not after we get the stolen shares. Dad had specifically warned me, and you know I had let him down once by marrying Andrew; I don’t want to do that again…. I owe him this much, I reason. “You’re right, but I can’t help but want—“ She is cut off by her phone ringing. I walked to the bathroom, deciding to freshen up. As I turned on the shower, the warm water cascading on my body, my lips quivered as I broke into sobs. I miss Andrew so much that it hurts. I miss the man he used to be, the one I fell in

"Ryan and I discussed our wedding plans last night. But I’d love to have your opinion. I was thinking maybe France? In the spring? What do you think?" "Oh, that sounds positively wonderful!" Margaret gushed, affectionately patting Daphne’s hand. From the corner of the room, I listened to the three of them, chatting and laughing, planning a future that had no room for me. They looked like a real family. I stood just a few feet away, invisible and broken, as they walked out the door together without a single backward glance. The silence that followed was deafening. But I stayed. I refused to give up.

"And when you disappeared, when I could not find you no matter how hard I looked, every part of me died—disappeared with you." He laughed, but it was hollow, bitter. "What an idiot I was. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. And losing you, losing those eight years we could have had together, losing the chance to be there when our son was born, to hold your hand during his first surgery, to support you through your mother's death... that is my biggest regret. That is the thing I would change if I could go back." Tears were streaming down Shayla's face now. Around the room, dozens of other people were crying too, caught up in the raw honesty of his words.

"Dressed up to celebrate our divorce? You look happy." I nodded. "New life, new me. Of course, I'm happy." Before we parted ways with each other, he stopped me. "Can we go back to how it was? I swear I won't..." "No way!" I cut him off. No one tripped in the same ditch twice. He nodded, giving up, and walked away with a heavy heart. He knew there was no fixing this. As I got in my car, I heard him scream, "Iva, I regret it. I lost you!"

"I don't know if I can go through that again. Loving you wasn't easy. Losing you... it broke me." Tears slid down her cheeks before she could stop them. Thirdie's chest tightened at the sight, his own heart twisting painfully. He hadn't known......hadn't realized just how much she had loved him too. And suddenly, regret clawed at him. Regret for every cold word, every night he turned away, every moment he let her think she was unloved. Worst of all, regret for sending her away, for letting her walk out of his life. His hand lifted slowly, hovering just inches from hers. For a moment he hesitated, almost afraid she would pull back. But then he brushed his fingers gently against hers. The touc

I kept my hands in the pockets of my coat. "Sebastian. That's low." I looked at him, cold. "You thought using my own son would make me fold?" He shook his head, panicked. "No — Nora, I've missed you. These two years, I have spent every single day regretting it. I can't do this without you." I looked at him — the textbook cliché of the man who loses his wife and tries to win her back. It struck me as almost funny. "Your regret isn't worth a damn to me."

I have always been strong and able to handle anything, so it makes no sense that now of all times, is when I crumble. “Because you lost two years of your life and your marriage without knowing you didn’t have to…. Two years of everything…. because of misunderstandings. I think you’re grieving the loss now you know you made choices that weren’t based on fact. Maybe regret….remorse… what you lost. Who knows? And you haven't dealt with anything related to your family and what happened, the deeper relationships,….all of you sort of glossed over the past because you were all wrapped up in the happiness of getting back together. Of them finding you again. All of you. I think you have so much you