Ex Husbands Regret Novels & Stories

Now, take a look at who my precious ex-wife ended up with. It was my damn fucking half-brother, who I despised so much! I grind my teeth harshly, letting out a sharp hiss every second as I rake through my hair over again. The cab driver stole glances at me from the rearview mirror each time I lashed out, which was very much expected due to how annoyed and remorseful I was currently feeling. I regretted ever leaving my sweet Mirabelle who later ended up in the dirty hands of Noah Sylvester.

“You might not be the same but you haven’t changed much. Five years ago, you didn’t care about my opinions and forced a divorce on me. Now, you’re doing the same thing, trying to get back with me after I’ve told you we have no chance of getting back together.” “It’s not like that, Kim.” He reached out to touch my face but held himself back. Good. “I’ve spent the last five years regretting the way I treated you back then. I want to make it up to you. I want to be a better husband and father. Please, Kimberly. Give me this opportunity, would you?”

he said. There was no love in any of the words that came out of Chris’s mouth. How ironic. Finally, thirteen years of marriage had to end badly, and all because of my mistakes and stupidity. If only I could have controlled my wild sexual desires, maybe this divorce wouldn’t have happened. Regret always comes at the end. That afternoon, I left the mansion I had lived in for thirteen years. The servants helped me pack all my belongings and put them in the car.

He asked again and this time I looked at him. “I don't regret it. I married the man I loved. You loved someone else and you cleared it to me on the first night of our marriage but you never neglected me. You respected me.” “I’m sad that you never loved me. I believed that, with time, little by little, you would come to love me but that never happened. Perhaps we were never meant to be together in the first place. That’s why our marriage failed, and why we ended up parting ways. If you ask me if I regret marrying you then no. I never regret that. I got to spend three years with the person I love. I cherish those memories that I spent with you. You never treated me wrongly. We had mutually agr

“I canceled the first one because a meeting ran late. I told myself I would make it up the next week. The second one I sent a quick message saying I would be late and then never showed up. I stayed at the office until after midnight. The third one I forgot to even tell her it was off. I let those nights disappear like they were nothing. But they were not nothing to her. They were the one steady thing she had asked for and I took them away without thinking twice. Each time I chose something else. Each time I told myself it was just one night. They added up. They broke something in her and I did not see it until it was too late.” His fingers pressed lightly against the table edge. The regret t

Wasted! Three years of marriage and the only day I had felt really good and like he actually had any feelings for me was the previous month when he'd come home drunk. He professed all the love in the world to me—although thinking about it now, I realised he'd probably thought I was someone else, Tina maybe. And then, we made love. The sweetest love making I have ever experienced, even though he was the only man I've been with.And what was her reward? She sat there, carrying the child of a man who couldn't care less about her. Jason jumped into his pants and buttoned his shirt quickly. His mind was completely aloof and unconcerned with my emotional state. “I can't have you ruining things for

And it was not for the better. I was in denial of the regrets that kept creeping in before but I had fully come to terms with them. I regret ever deciding to marry Lianna and all that was just to spite my father. And it didn’t turn out well It went on for about an hour of me trying to shut the rambling in my mind off and get some rest, at least no matter how little it was but I just couldn’t. My mind was going a million miles per minute. Maybe I needed to speak to her.

“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?

His words settled between us, and for once, I didn't know whether to believe them or be afraid of how much I wanted to. "I won't ask you to stay, Gabrielle, but I need you to understand something." "What?" "I don't regret marrying you." My breath caught… He looked straight at me. "I regret the husband I was to you. I regret every time I made you feel like you were second to Elena. I regret letting you believe you had to earn a place in your own marriage. "He swallowed. "But I don't regret you, not for a single day." A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it, and I quickly wiped it away. "You're making this very difficult for me."

That question again. Always too late. Lena finally looked up. “Because I wanted one thing in my life untouched by legacy.” Her voice was steady. “You.” The word hit him harder than any accusation. She held his gaze. “And I was wrong.” Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Regret settling like dust. Then she walked past him. But just before reaching the door, she stopped. Without turning back, she said: “The tragedy isn’t that you divorced me, Sebastian.” A pause.