Ex Husband Regret Wattpad Novels & Stories

So the hearsays of him scaring off those men who showed their feelings towards me was true. “If I did not meet my ex-husband, Grayson would not be born. So no, I did not have any regrets.” What I regretted the most was forcing myself on my ex-husband who did not have any feelings at all. What I regretted was those times where I begged him to stay in my life and acted like a desperate bitch. His eyes darkened upon mentioning my ex-husband. "You're always defending your ex-husband." "And you make me feel like I am talking to your wife. Enough of this."

“You’re not the only one who caused pain. I also made your life hard. You deserve an apology. And I also deserve to be released from revenge and bitterness.” “Are you out of your mind?” He shakes the metal bars. “I don’t need your pity. We all know this is just a fucking lie! So say it! Spit on my face. Laugh at my misery. I don’t give a fuck Emma!” A tear almost left my eyes. I felt no hate. No satisfaction from the misery my ex husband is going through. “I already had enough of that. I’ve been holding it for so long that it gets me exhausted. It’s time to end this. And start over again… with my life and with my new love.”

She pushed away all her messy thoughts and made fun of Megan. Megan sighed. "You know that my problem is practically unsolvable." How could Megan compete with such a perfect wife who had passed away? If Winston's wife was still alive, the two might be able to resolve their misunderstandings as time passed. Then, they might get back together. Or things might get worse, and they'd lose feelings for each other. But none of those things could happen. His ex-wife died at an age when she was young and beautiful. It became Winston's worst regret. Megan's feelings could never reach him, and she couldn't replace his ex-wife.

“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

“And if you think I’m lying, then bring your ass to the company and come do the work yourself.” The disgust in his eyes didn’t even try to hide itself and before I could say anything else, he turned and walked out. Just like that. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing louder than it should have. And I was left there all alone. My grip slowly loosened on the wheelchair as my shoulders trembled, the tears falling freely now. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. Oh God why was my marriage becoming like this? * * * It was late afternoon when the pain on my lower body started.

He sucked on his bottom teeth and rounded the car to get into the driver’s seat. “Why?” I asked as soon as he closed the door after him. “You suggested a divorce and never went through with it. Is this some kind of show of power? Are you sick?” “I told you I regretted my actions as soon as you left, didn’t I? I couldn’t bear to completely part with you. I couldn’t.” “Oh really?” I laughed without humor. “And now that I have my life put together, you’ve come back to ruin it and rub it in my face? It doesn’t seem to me like you regret your actions, Jackson. If you did, you would let me go.”

“You dare ask me for help after spreading your legs like a cheap whore? You disgust me, Emily. I want a divorce.” The phone slipped from my hand. My whole body shook. Did my husband just throw away five years of marriage… over the phone?

This is not an update. I want to use this opportunity to thank every one of you, my dearest and sweetest readers who took the time to read, comment, and gift my book. Thank you all so much, I appreciate you guys. As you all know, we have come to the end of My Ex-Husband’s Regret. Yippee!!!! (I hope you enjoyed the journey of the story) Yeah, this is the end guys but does that mean the end for you and me? No, I will be writing another book soon and I would love to have you guys as my readers again.

All the hopes and dreams I had come crashing down around me, their sharp shards piercing my already wounded soul. I smile even though all I want is to cry and mourn. Mourn because I know his radiant smile isn’t aimed at me. It’s aimed at the woman he loves. The woman walking behind me in a beautiful wedding dress. The woman who happens to be one of my best friends.] Once again, thank you so much for your support. I'm excited about Noah's book. It will have a bit of the same DNA as Ex-husband's regret, but it will be completely different at the same time. Let me know what you think of the sneak peek.

"Thank you, Beverly. That was soothing, but I'm...fine." Really was I? "Actually, no...I'm not," I added immediately; what use was lying? I picked up the remote and increased the volume of the cartoon show Velma and Daniel were now arguing about. God bless their souls. "I'm not. I'm...anything but!" "Oh..." Beverly moved from her seat to mine. "Tell me about it." And I would become a typical woman who was still hung up on her ex-husband's actions from five years ago. I should be allowed to do that much, right? Rant about it until I finally reached a certain point of closure.