He Finally Regrets It After Seeing Me Marry Another Novels & Stories

"Again and again. Like there’s some grand puzzle left to solve. But I think we’re done. I really do." He let out a short, dry breath through his nose, turning his head to look out the tiny window at the pitch-black sky. "We aren't done, Sierra." "One thing I really regret is marrying you," I said. "I should have run away like a coward, just like Vivian, so I shouldn't have married you. Frankly, it had been killing me." That hit him. I saw his shoulders stiffen under his shirt. He turned his head back slowly, his eyes narrowing into something dangerous.

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

he hissed, completely forgetting what he was saying earlier. “I know that but we got married again, so that makes her my wife,” he glared at me. “She wasn’t supposed to marry you again! She wasn’t supposed to have forgiven you for treating her that way but she did! Which makes me wonder if the sex was that good,” he chuckled and kept on playing with her hair all this while he still had the pocket knife at her neck. “Did she tell you?” “Tell me what?” I asked, getting annoyed by his talk.

And I frowned at his behavior. “What happened? Did I hurt you in any way?" I touched his face and made him look at me and he just shook his head. “No, I'm not upset. It's just I think you are regretting marrying me.” He said and looked down after that. I felt bad for him. Because he was right. I was regretting marrying him. This marriage has destroyed three lives. And I'm the sole reason for this destruction. “Yes, I'm regretting." Alec snapped his head at me with a hurt look.

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

I already knew the three regrets that haunted him. Regret one: Marrying Miley. Regret two: Never standing up to his parents. Regret three: Failing to save Jennifer. Today, at least, the first regret had been resolved. I handed him the newly signed engagement document. He looked at me with disdain, as if I had finally succeeded in coercing him, and reached out to open it. I stopped him, pressing my hand over his. "Look at it tomorrow. This time, your wish will come true. Whatever you want—if I have it, it's yours."

" I tried to find even a small trace of the husband I once knew, but there was nothing left.The person standing before me was no longer the man I once married too.My heart ached, and tears threatened to fall. I was speechless. I was just about to turn away when Nathan suddenly grabbed my wrist. His hand pressed against the scratches Sophia had caused earlier, and I couldn't stop myself from wincing in pain. Nathan pushed me back toward where I had been standing. The force sent me crashing against the wall, making my back ache from the impact.

I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Lucy's face turned ugly with rage. "What did you say?" I stood up, feeling stronger with each word. "I said, I can't marry you. This... us... it's a mistake. I'm sorry." "You can't do this to me!" Lucy screamed. "After everything we've been through!" "I'm sorry," I said again, and I meant it. "But it's over." As Lucy stormed out, slamming the door behind her, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

“You had the guts to disgrace me by cahooting around town with a common rogue!” I didn't say anything. “Say something, this minute, stupid!” I trembled and stepped back, holding the wooden frame of the wardrobe for support. Sweat broke out of my pores, hot tears prickling the back of my eyes. He didn't even feel any remorse for what he did. He was worried that I went out with another man after he nearly killed me by fuckening another woman! I regret it. I regretted the day I accepted to marry this monster. I regretted walking down that aisle and making a caricature of myself. Allowing these people spread the sacred linen of my virginity out to the public in the name of tradition.