Broken Wife He Regrets Losing Mga Nobela at Kwento

He’s trying to turn it on me. ‘Losing you again. Months of agony in trying to find you, not knowing where you were or if you were okay. Ripping myself apart with regret and desperate to see you. I can’t let you leave me. I need you here.’ His voice breaks and I gawk at him, heart ripping in two because I am so confused and so scared and broken with the reality that I am about to lose everything again—All because I was too stupid to not fall in love with him all over again.

I looked at the wet patches my tears had left on the bed. Rebecca, the patient at the hospital, had been calling me. We had known each other for only a few days, but she had grown attached to me as though we had been friends for years. I couldn't reply because her first message had been asking for my wedding pictures. I didn't want to reopen my wounds, so I ignored her. Now that I had a little hope again, I decided to reply. “Men can be so disappointing. I'm sorry for what happened to you. Maybe your husband-to-be wasn't the man destined for you. Don't let this break you. Your life and happiness are worth far more than this disappointment.”

Blood seeped from between my fingers, trickling onto the shattered remains. I didn't make a sound, but he froze. His bloodshot eyes lowered to the blood on my hand, to the pieces on the floor that could never be whole again, to the only memento from my mother he had just destroyed. His Adam's apple bobbed. For a fleeting moment, regret flickered in his eyes. "...I'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "I drank too much." I turned away, hiding my bleeding hand in the sleeve of my dress.

“I had the whole world when I had you, and didn’t know it until I lost you. I hate myself for that. I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for it.” I watched him quietly, unable to say a word, not even to offer my own forgiveness. He had chosen Brittany over me, then kept her all these years. They were married still, despite all that she had done. I shouldn’t even be in this bed with him. He still belongs to another. Regret crept over me, and I brought my hands up to my chest, protectively locking them over my heart.

"There's no need for you to go through all this trouble. Besides, everyone saw how you've behaved these past few years. You know it yourself too. You know better than anyone whether I'll remarry you or not." It was obvious that she hadn't managed to convince my parents to help her out earlier. Her expression was troubled and grave. She muttered, "Alright, I'll admit that I was wrong. But I've learned my lesson now. During the time you were gone, I thought about you every day. The person I love the most is you. I guess you don't have any lingering attachment to our seven-year marriage, but I'm not that heartless." She covered her face and began to cry. "Every night, I think about you. Do you

My voice carried so much pain that even I barely recognized it. How many times had I told him I loved him? Countless times. I couldn’t even remember them anymore. “But what did he give me in return? Divorce papers. And words made it clear Sophia was the love of his life.” “Ariana…” Nathan paused. “You loved me all along. You could have… you could have simply said no when I filed for divorce.” His voice was filled with anguish, and it trembled slightly. I was stunned by the regret I heard in his voice. Did he regret divorcing me, the wife he had never truly wanted?

"I mean, after all rejection hurts, she must be feeling quite low. You don't think she’s... broken by this?" I stopped moving. I looked at Derek, really looked at him. The way he said the word broken made my skin crawl. It didn't sound like concern. It sounded like a wish. "I don't know, Derek," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "Why are you so obsessed with her being hurt? Do you want her to be in pain?" Derek’s face shifted. For a split second, the mask of the charming heir slipped, revealing a jagged, ugly resentment beneath. Then, he laughed—a hollow, dry sound. "Just making small talk, Griffin. We’re all on the same team now, aren't we?"

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

It was nowhere as painful as the pain I was feeling in my heart, I’d just lost someone important and dear to me and it was taken by someone who I also held dear in my heart. Doesn’t my life sucks, first for falling in love with someone who doesn’t want me..who resents my presence, and then getting disowned by my father because of the same man, then getting married to him because of my our child. That same child was the reason I was holding on in that marriage, she was the only line I had and now just when everything was falling into place, just when I thought I could have the life I’ve always imagined—even though Henry was not in it— I was ready to move on with my daughter. I was ready to fo

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.