Ex Husbands Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

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.

Mabel said pleased. “Well, I did. I couldn't be updated due to. one reason or another but why on earth is he being so selfish? People are losing their means of survival because of him and his shifty decision-making and yet he's hung up on the fact that his ex-wife moved on in the same way he did?” “Nah, you have to look at this from a man's point of view. That's his former wife and uncle we're talking about here. Things like that are-”

I wondered. "I didn't mean to pry," he said. "I just-" "It's alright. You're not prying." I muttered. "I am having some issues." "Relationship issues?" He asked. "You could say that," I nodded. "It's my ex-husband. He is back in town and hellbent on harassing me." "You have been married?" I nodded. "For three years. We got divorced 3 years ago." "Oh, I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Who is he? I might know him."

“So you think you can disrespect me because I chastised you when you did wrong?” I twisted my lips derisively. “I was never wrong, and if you had cared to ask me instead of believing Zara, then you'd know the truth.” Travis shifted uncomfortably. “But I saw the pictures.” His face became harsh again. “You cheated on your husband. Now he is engaged to Zara whom he's always loved. Cut your losses and move on.” I groaned as I was hit with a harsh cramp in my stomach. I grabbed my box and glowered at him. “That's exactly what I'm trying to do if you'll only get out of my face.”

Some things, once chosen, should not be regretted. That madam later made a scene at her ex-husband's wedding. Her ex-husband said to her calmly, "When I married you, I tried hard to make myself like you. Even if you didn't do anything and disliked me, I never complained because you were my wife. I did everything I could and had no regrets towards you. But now, I have found a woman who loves all of me. Please don't disturb my life anymore. When I lived with you, I had a clear conscience towards you."

"You dared to cheat on me!" "Yes, I did. But it's a mistake I don't regret. I love my son." "You crawled into my bed seven years ago and I married you as you wanted. Yet, you cheated on me, you disgusting slut! I should have known that a leopard never shades its spot. I want to strangle you right now." "I am not a slut. They were both mistakes. I regret the first but I don't regret the second. Liam is my greatest joy." "Do you really intend to drag my name to the mud?"

“Do you know how difficult it is to see happily married couples and know that would never be me? Because even though my husband acted like he cared, I could see in his eyes that the words were said for my benefit. Not out of honesty. “It was hell to listen to our supposed friends tell me that my husband, the man who vowed to love me, made fun of my body and weight thinking I wouldn’t ever find out. “Worst of all, to live with the regret of knowing I wasted seven years of my life on him? That it took me that long to grow the fucking balls to tell him to go fuck himself?” She licked her lips. “No. You don’t know. I live with the regret of wishing I’d taken a stand sooner.”

“How would you feel if I were this close with anyone from my past?” I sat upright. “Grayson isn’t from my past. He’s in my present. We have kids together.” I reminded him in case he had forgotten. “Of course.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s always about the kids. You’ll always insert them whenever you’re trying to justify your actions.” My eyes darkened. “What did you just say to me?” I snorted. “At least I’m not denying that I have an ex-husband.” Zane let out a humorless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “So this is what this is about, huh? You still haven’t gotten over what happened that time? You still don’t believe that I had no idea who that woman was?”

No one would come looking for me until it was too late. It seemed I was going to die without getting justice for my baby. Without finding my sister. Without ever knowing the full truth about what had happened to my life. I had so many regrets. The biggest was marrying James Whitmore in the first place. I had told myself I would never regret our marriage because of the good years we had shared, the moments when I had believed we were building something that would last. But I regretted it now. Regretted every second I had wasted on a man who could stand there and believe I was capable of orchestrating an assault on a pregnant woman.