His Regret Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

"Fuck you and your money Jayden, this child needs a father." He heaved, looking up slowly at me. His eyes were cold as he began to speak. “You’re right, Katherine’s back, after years of traveling abroad. For so many years, I tried so hard to reconnect with her but failed every time. I really thought she would never come back to me, but now she’s back." “So what? I know what she means to you. When you were in your slump, she saved that day. Sure, I know.” I looked into his eyes, “But what about us? Your family?”

His bloodshot eyes grew even redder, filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Kate! Look at me! You’re saying you don’t recognize me? I’m Max, your husband!” He pulled out a flower-shaped ring and tried to slip it onto my finger. “This is the wedding ring I designed for you. You promised you'd never take it off. I know I messed up before. I regret it all, Kate. Please come home with me. I swear, I’ll help you remember everything. Everything we had before…” His voice cracked with desperation. His regret felt real, and his eyes brimmed with raw emotion. However, I just stared at him—cold, distant, and completely wary.

​ “I was so stupid. I love you, Pat.” ​ He kept his regretful moans to himself as he hid his old wedding photo in a drawer and locked it tight so his current wife would never find it. ​ …… ​ Patricia learned of her ex-husband’s fate from old friends in the city. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. Her life was moving forward, filled with the happiness of being surrounded by love. Once, Aston had called her, begging her to return after Andrea left him. ​ “Pat, I’m sorry. Please come back to me.” His voice had cracked over the phone.

"I have my own struggles too, Fidez. Do you think I don't realize I've been lacking? I realized it while I was on the company trip. I miss you... I miss how we were before we were married. You were a wonderful man, and I regret neglecting that." "That’s why I came home, to make it up to you. But I find you happy with someone else. My mother was a really good wife. She made my father happy until his last breath. I can't compete with that, but I will try harder to be a good wife to you. Can we at least try again, please?" I stared at her for a few seconds. I could sense that she was being sincere. I didn't answer. I turned my back on her and walked out of the house. She called out my name, but

Cesar couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Abby, I've had enough of you. I have supported you for so many years, and marrying you was a big mistake! If only I had known that you would sleep with directors for roles and act in such low-quality films... I would never have married such a filthy woman like you!" He paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Putting aside all of that for now, you have raised such a troublemaker of a son who causes trouble outside and even brings it upon the Carrington family! I can't take it anymore, I want a divorce from you! Are you out of your mind? Why provoke anyone, let alone the Carrington family! Do you want to kill me?" Abby was shocked and exclai

Yeah I did say I want her back, that I'll do anything to get her back, well this is part of it, I need a lot of money, I need to become richer, make her see my progress and make her understand she's never going to go through anything financially if she comes back to me. After the long thoughts, I walk out of my mansion gracefully, my workers greeting me as I walk past them and I step into my car, my hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. Every red light felt like an eternity. Every passing pedestrian reminded me of everything I’d lost, her smile, her touch, the way she had once been mine in a world where she had trusted me, a world where she'd cherished me, a world where she never

“If you didn't always love me, why did you pass on the engagement ring you used to propose to me over to your ex-wife? Wasn't that because you couldn't let go of my memories?” “She is not my ex-wife. Megan Prescott is my wife, okay? I wronged her. I didn't love her right and now I terribly regret that. All I want is for her to forgive me, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to win her back.” He defensively yelled at me.

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."

“Did I ask you what it was?” Nathan swallowed but quickly recovered his arrogance. “Sonia is my ex-wife. Whatever happened between us, I still have the right to speak to her. You cannot just interfere in our personal affairs.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Your ex-wife?” Adrian repeated slowly. “Yes. We were married, and she still has some responsibilities towards me.” I almost laughed. Responsibilities? After everything he had done to me? Adrian's expression hardened. “Let me make something clear to you. She's my worker. You have no right to touch her, threaten her, or interfere with her movements. The fact that you were once married does not give you ownership of another human being.”

My father’s words hit me harder than they had the first time: “I don’t care if he is successful or not. I am only responding to let you know the offer for the contract marriage still stands. You should come back before you regret it.” In my past life, I had replied that I would never regret staying with Adrian. How wrong I had been. I remembered him crying over my corpse while Adrian and Victoria shared a victory smile. I remembered my sister Haley standing there, having been missing for ten years. I began to type, my fingers steady this time. “Father, I already regret it. It is time for me to come home. Give me one month to fix things here, and I will return to you. Prepare the marriage con