Ex Husband Regret Wattpad Novels & Stories

He never came home after that. Theodore attended the funeral, then disappeared for years into his own guilt and silence. And when he finally returned, the only thing he offered was this marriage. My father gave this family his life. Now Julian was sitting across from lawyers trying to place a value on mine. The coffee beside me had gone cold. I sat there with the papers in my hand, then I read the line again. *Mutual and amicable.* *Nobody’s fault.*

Something about the sadness in his eyes and the defeat in his eyes got to me. My mind drifted back to our many memories. The way his mood used to swing from excited to annoyed. From "I need you," To "I don't give a fuck about you." He was unpredictable yet he managed to make me fall deeper in love with him. The whole thing was toxic, why was moving on difficult? I grabbed my phone from my bed and surfed through the chats Jayden and I had. "Hey, mama. Where are you at? I miss you." He sent me that text a week after he found out that I was pregnant. The thought of having a child with him seemed to fix him, at least until he learned about Katherine's return.

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.

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.

"Twenty-five years of memories, our love, our child—does none of that matter?" He jerked away as if my touch burned. "What matters is that you're a fraud, Charlotte. Or whatever your real name is." His gaze softened as it drifted to a photo of Sophia on the mantel. "Sophia is the one I should have married. The one I will marry, once this mess is sorted out." I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. The final blow came after Sophia's drunk driving incident. I was summoned to the main house, where the family—including Liam—waited with grim expressions.

Laura's Point of View I'm stuck at the end of the banquet hall, poking at the ice in my drink. It's better than listening to the laughter and easy conversation between my husband and his ex-girlfriend. But their voices are stuck in my head no matter how hard I try. Faith Miller, my husband's childhood sweetheart, happily remarks. "I've heard much about the Jackson Group in the past few months. How's it going?" Kairo Jackson, my husband, smiles and gulps the glass of wine in his hand. "There have been some minor issues, but overall, we're thriving."

He didn’t lose hope or give up on his cold-hearted billionaire ex-wife. He continued to fight until his death. The sad part of the entire story was that he never got a chance to hear Madam Helen mutter a word of forgiveness to him. He died in regret; he diminished in pain without the love of a woman who endured, gave up all she had, and stuck to his side; he never got to receive an ounce of love from his son, who hated him for mistreating his mother. For the first time in years, Madam Helen listened to someone. But, what amazed me was how she was able to listen to me, the ex-husband of her favorite granddaughter.

“Man, impressive. Honestly, I think your ex-wife’s got incredible restraint. Any other woman would’ve torn you a new one.” “There was a reason behind it,” I mumbled, avoiding eye contact. The more I talked, the guiltier I felt. Thinking back on those ten copies of the divorce papers just made me want to smack myself. Acting in the heat of the moment? Yeah… painfully accurate. Seemingly noticing the regret on my face, he dialed it down a notch. “Everett, it’s just us here. No masks, no ego games. Be real with me—how do you actually feel about your ex-wife?”

Kate smiled then closed her eyes letting the breeze go into her head. “Are you sure you want to live in this city…with him around?” Joan suddenly asked glancing at Kate whose eyes were still shut. “He’s all in the past now.” Kate simply replied him. “I’m afraid he might notice you as his ex-wife..?” He added, his voice laced with nothing but worry. “Drop it Joan. Lucas is out of my life now, he’s nothing to me,”Kate said then her eyes opened, she glanced at Joan. “If it wasn’t for you who saved me from getting on the plane, I would have been dead by now. You saved me and I should focus on living this life well rather than thinking about an Ex.”

After we married, he lied to me almost every day. I told him to leave. He rushed over and grabbed my hand. "Sylvia, I'm really sorry! I regret everything! I don't want to break up! It was all my fault. I didn't treasure you. Please forgive me!" I looked at Finn coldly. "Was I not clear last time? Being with you is my biggest regret. Do you know what I'm most thankful for?" A spark of hope flashed in his eyes, then my following line doused it.