Ex Husband Regret Wattpad Novels & Stories

Gritting my teeth against the blinding agony, I have my bags packed. Moments ago, my immigration papers had finally been approved. Clutching my luggage, I headed for the door, ready to make my escape to the airport. But the moment I pushed open the door, I came face to face with Vesper Corleone. Seeing my bruises and cuts, Vesper instantly broke down into a sobbing mess. "Are you really leaving? My uncle is already planning the wedding! How did you two suddenly fall apart?" I just shook my head. "I'm done playing house with him. We're finished."

Forever and always, Lucien🥺❤️‍🩹 Lucien had posted everything I never got when I needed it most. Apologies that came too late. Regret wrapped in beautiful words. Accountability I begged for while we were married, but received only after I had already walked away. Because love doesn’t disappear just because you’re hurt. And grief doesn’t mean you want to go back. I closed my eyes, pressing my phone to my chest. I wasn't even expecting him to do this but as much as his words moved me, one truth stood firm in my heart:

He regretted not treating his ex-wife better—doing more than just not betraying or mistreating her. Indeed, he regretted not doing more kind things for his wife instead of just betraying, belittling, and mistreating her. She had always been by his side... If he were honest with himself, he missed his stupid mute who loved him unconditionally. The rosy life he thought he would live with Sophia was turning into a horrible nightmare. All he heard now were complaints and demands from her instead of love and understanding. They hadn't even had sex since they started living together.

Matthew leaned back in the chair. "I cheated on my wife." "I lied to her. I manipulated her. I made decisions that almost destroyed the company she built. Then I disappeared from her life when she needed me the most." His voice remained steady, but his hands tightened around the paper cup. "I became the reason she stopped believing in the person she loved." Dr. Harris watched him carefully. "What do you want now?" Matthew smiled faintly. "I want to become someone my son will never be ashamed of." "And Ava?"

They left the party without another glance back. The music resumed as if nothing had happened. Leah leaned in and whispered, “I’ll wait for you over there,” before slipping away. And then it was just me—and Jackson. I hated bringing up pieces of my old life. Especially not here, in front of someone I barely knew. “Sorry about that,” I said quietly. “My ex-husband is a bit of a…” I faltered, unsure how to describe the years of manipulation, betrayal, and regret in one word.

One word at a time. “I failed my wife. I failed her for five years. I was emotionally absent. I prioritized work over her. I didn’t see her. I didn’t hear her. I didn’t love her the way she deserved. There is no excuse. There is only regret. I will spend the rest of my life becoming the man she deserved then.” He stopped typing and stared at the words on the screen. He read it aloud to the empty room. His voice was low and rough from lack of sleep. It cracked on the last line. On the word regret.

But it wouldn’t have been funny. “Understand what?” He stepped closer. Not enough to invade her space. Just enough that his next words felt personal. “What regret looks like.” The air shifted. Lena felt it immediately. That dangerous pull she had spent months resisting. Because the regret in his voice sounded human. And that made him harder to dismiss. She steadied herself. “You think saying this changes anything?” “No.” He answered too quickly for it to be rehearsed. “I know it doesn’t.” A beat.

Adrian closed his eyes briefly. For three years Aurora had been there. Quiet. Patient. Always waiting for him. And he had never really noticed. Adrian opened his eyes again. Then he picked up his phone. He stared at Aurora’s contact for several seconds. His thumb hovered over the call button. But in the end… He didn’t press it. Because pride was a powerful thing. And Adrian Hale had never been the kind of man who chased after someone. Not even his own wife. But somewhere deep inside his chest… A quiet feeling of regret had already begun to grow.

Fucking money mongers, I already know someone else paid him huge amount of money, I had to rebook another space, I wasn't ready to go home, I'm only going to soak my sheet with tears if I go back there, it's almost as if god is punishing me for my past, but I don't regret it cause I'm about to do more As long as I live I'll never allow Ava and Nicklaus to be together, since Nicklaus once loved me I can make it happen again, I just need to find a way to make it happen and when it finally does I'll kill Ava and make sure she doesn't exist anymore, I'll take back every penny that Xavier earned with my body and make him regret what he did to me for now I've to act naive and make him think I'm st

Samuel Burke said conspiratorially. He sounded like he did not think it was me we were talking about. My heart protested, and so did my head when it shook involuntarily. “She can’t. I love her.” I said, as if the admission could change Pepper’s mind. With this realization, I was awash with regrets. It was indeed true that regret comes too late. I had never known how much I loved my ex-wife until she was gone. All the years we were married, I was so confident about her love for me. I did not realize that she would get tired and eventually leave me.