Ex Husband's Regret Evelyn Mm Novels & Stories

“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?

I replied firmly, “The biggest regret of my life is falling in love with you and marrying you. Other than that, I have no regrets.” “Vivian Carter, once you walk out that door tonight, don’t even think about coming back!” I scoffed, “Dominic Blackwood, the moment I decided to divorce you, I never intended to look back.” After I left, Dominic, furious, smashed everything in the room to pieces. Wasn’t I the one who wanted his honesty? He had set aside his pride and given me the honor that no one else had, even boldly declaring my existence. What more did I want?

Miss Grace shifted beside her, lowering herself onto the couch properly this time, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. “What happened?” she asked gently. Ava’s lips parted, then closed again. Her fingers curled loosely against her palm, then opened, then curled again. “It’s…” she started, then stopped, her gaze dropping from the ceiling to somewhere in front of her. Miss Grace didn’t interrupt. Ava drew in a slow breath, this one steadier, though it still carried the remnants of what had just passed. “My ex-husband,” she said finally, the words careful, like she was placing them down one by one. “He took a loan.”

] But just as his thumb was going to hit send, he pulled back at the last minute. He asked himself what exactly he was doing. Why he was concerned about the fuck buddy who had been discarded by him? A sudden, inexplicable sense of self-loathing washed over him. His thumb moved swiftly, deleting the drafted message as if he were trying to erase his own momentary lapse in sanity. After reuniting with Elara, Vincent strived to play the role of a perfect boyfriend. He took her to dinners, took her on dates, and attended all the necessary high-society galas. However, only he knew that beneath the perfect life lay nothing but monotony.

she says. “ I am sorry sweetheart to have reminded you of the past “ he says. “It’s fine “ she smiles and he kissed her. “ You haven't posted me on what happened yesterday, I mean why you were late to the church and that reminds me, I didn't even call the driver to ask about him” Manuel says. “ Please remind him when we lodge into the hotel to give him a call” he says. “ Alright” she says. Evelyn looks sad but was trying hard to be act fine with her husband.

If I hadn't known the truth a long time ago, I might have been moved by her display of motherly love. "I'm glad you're safe. As long as you're safe, these years of my coma have been worth it..." "Ryan, I heard from Jessica. You got married, but Grandpa wouldn't let you marry her..." "Oh look at me, saying all this. Ms. Wilson, please don't mind. They were so in love back then. I just feel regretful." I smiled ambiguously. "Please don’t mind? For the sake of your daughter, Mr. Frost and I are getting divorced soon."

He asked, his tone laced with concern. “Don't do what you're about to do, Diego. Don't force yourself to be a part of my life because it can never happen. Do you think using sweet words is going to work on me? Well, guess what? Those were the same words my ex-husband used on me before our marriage and look how we ended up. So Diego, I'd advise that you quit trying to get close to me. You're going to get yourself hurt because I never asked you to care for me or become my savior in the first place. I'm grateful for your help, but it all ends here”, she blurted out with a tone of finality, her eyes fixed directly into his eyes as if proving to him that her decision was final. Then, mortified, s

Every time I looked at it I remembered: I chose this. *March.* It was spring. The Miller Foundation launched its first 3 houses. For women leaving abusive situations. I cut the ribbon myself. A reporter asked: “Ms. Miller, is it true you’re engaged?” I looked at Ethan in the crowd. “Yes,” I said. “To the best man I know.” Camera Flashes. That night we celebrated with pizza on the floor. “Do you ever regret it?” Ethan asked. “Saying yes so fast?” “No,” I said. “Do you?”

I smiled and ended the call playing with the phone in my hand No one plays with me and gets away with it! I got rid of her as I promised to. They should all thank me Axel should get on his knees and thank me I was pretty sure he would have seen the news everyone with eyes would have seen it, I couldn't help but wonder what his reaction was going to be about the news that his wife he had an affair on through out the duration of their marriage was doing the same thing. His ego must be bruised “Lianna!” I suddenly heard his voice scream my name loudly

Eight years ago, and today. Miles had tried to warn me. I had been playing a pathetic, one-sided game. No wonder Blair hated me so much. I was the uninvited intruder in their tragic love story. I had honestly, foolishly believed that my quiet devotion and my flawless domestic management could eventually earn a sliver of his heart. I had even fantasized about sharing my secret pregnancy with him, hoping it might bridge the gap. Those photos reduced my eight-year marriage to an embarrassing joke. I walked down the long, carpeted corridor. Excited, hushed whispers echoed ahead of me. The news was spreading through the corporate club like wildfire. Evelyn Hawthorne just handed her husband over t