Ex Husbands Regret Novels & Stories

My ignorance prompted me to divorce her for Nelly, but I was simply being imprisoned. Everything was a nightmare during the years I was without Serene; I had to compromise because I hoped Nelly would change her ways, but she just became worse by the day. I do not regret spending millions on her in a week; I simply regret making the wrong decision in the first place. I was still wondering if Serene and her son would ever forgive me. "Sir, calm down; you are thinking too much," George said, shaking my shoulder. "You will not understand, George; I am so depressed."

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

“The old me was single-minded about stabilizing WS Group, obsessed with expanding it as quickly as possible. I wanted to prove myself to those founding shareholders who looked down on me and silence all the doubters. I admit, I was too competitive back then. My eyes were fixed only on the company and work, neglecting the person I should have cherished most… you.” “Truthfully, I think the old you was outstanding in every aspect except as a husband,” I said sincerely. “So don’t let our failed marriage make you dismiss everything else about yourself.” He smiled wryly. “Scarlett, you don’t need to comfort me. Back then I was either emotionally clueless or just too self-centered. Now I regret it.

Maryjane’s mouth dropped open. “You mean…” she gasped, then clenched her jaw, fury replacing her tears. “Your ex-husband’s best friend?!” “Yeah.” I breathed in deep, trying to calm the storm inside me. “Same bird. Same twisted feathers.” Maryjane let out a short, bitter laugh. “No wonder. No wonder he acts like he owns me. No wonder he talks like women are trash. He’s just like that bastard Zeke!” I squeezed her hand. “You're not going back to him. You hear me? You're done.”

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:

I noticed his jaw tightened, and his his fists clenched at his sides. “But let me make something really clear,” I continued. “If there’s anything I’ve been to you, to this marriage, it’s being loyal. I poured my everything into us, into making sure this marriage worked, into making sure we got our happily ever after like we wanted. But it’s so unfortunate that it’s been cut short. Do I regret falling in love with you? No, I don’t. Do I regret marrying you? No, I don’t. Do I regret thinking about spending forever with you? Of course not. But I regret shrinking myself and deluding myself into thinking that I needed to give you more time, into thinking that maybe you’d come around eventually. I

“My mom’s crying nonstop. My friends won’t answer my calls. People are digging up everything—my debts, my jobs, even old photos from school. They’re calling me a gold digger, a scammer, worse.” I forced my voice steady. “You’ll survive it.” His laugh was harsh. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve lived in this storm your whole life. Me? I’m drowning.” The words struck deeper than I wanted to admit. I moved around the desk, standing close enough to see the exhaustion in his face. “Do you regret it?” He blinked. “What?” “This marriage.” My voice was low, steady. “Do you regret it?” His eyes searched mine. “I didn’t choose it.”

Life had been cruel in its lesson. “His ex-wife still won’t speak to him,” Jakes added quietly. “Packed her things the moment she found out, you know. Took the kids too.” Adrian’s fingers curled slightly against the table. “I can’t blame her.” “Neither can I,” Jakes said. “It’s funny, isn’t it? We thought cheating was just fun. No real cost. Now look at us.” Adrian gave a humorless smile. “Some lost their wives. Some lost their health. Some lost both.”

He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine. I looked down. Divorce Papers. My breath caught. I could feel the room spin. "Why?" I whispered. The anger drained away, leaving only emptiness. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I only married you because we were fated mates," Rex said flatly. "I never loved you, Rosemarie. I tolerated you because of the bond, but Tracy is back now. I'm done pretending. I'll give you a generous settlement. You'll be financially secure."