His Regret Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

“Look Gwen I’m not asking because I care about my reputation or anything. You have been in love once and you got your heart broken, and need I remind you that it wasn’t your heart alone. Your ex took your child from you in tricky ways. All I’m asking is this; are you going to be with Henry again if he one day wakes up from his sleep and decides to make you his again? Are you going to be with him?” Be with the same man who doesn’t care about me? Be with the same who cheated while we were married and got a divorce without me knowing. I don’t think so. I wouldn’t even be with him if he came crawling on his knees begging for my forgiveness. “I won’t,” I answered, and even though I had these thou

This was the influence that power could bring, and it was something that businessmen could never do! "I'll congratulate you in advance then!" Raymond said, pretending to be pleased for him. Joe felt that his old classmate must deeply regret letting Cecilia reject Mark's pursuit of her! Joe pretended to sigh regretfully as he said to himself, "It's such a pity. If we had become in-laws, then I would have been able to help your family as well. After all, we're old classmates." "Dear, why are we talking about this stuff? There's no cure for regret in this world." Melissa nudged Joe, looking contemptuous.

I smiled and walked to the sofa in his living room to lie on it. I took out my phone and sent Chris a message. "Remember to say you love me earlier next time." After sending the message, I locked my phone and waved my hand at James, Nova, and Brenda. "Goodbye, my ex-husband. I hope that you'll dream of me every night from today onwards." With that, I closed my eyes and my world became dark.

CALISTA POV If anybody had even been able to see into a week of what was going to happen to me if I stayed any longer in my husband's house then maybe I would have immediately packed up and gone somewhere else but however, but nobody had it at four sights at the moment except for my father but of course he could not know the exact details he had told me that I should have gone with him and I truly regret it but my regret was not supporting the love that I have for my husband and I felt like giving up on our marriage now will be too soon.

He said and I hit the desk. “You don’t have to remind me okay, there is no way I am giving up the search on Gina, she is my wife.” I raised my voice at him. “Wow, I can see someone is having second thoughts and you are also filled with regrets, come on dude, she is no more your wife, she is your ex-wife okay, what if she has met someone way better than you do you think she will come back to you.” I thought about what he just said to me but no way, Gina would never be in another man’s arms.

“Mabel, please. I swear that Cait and I have nothing going on! I just slept off by mistake. She and I have nothing together!” “Did I ask you for an explanation? No, I did not.” “I know you didn’t, but just please, hear me out.” “Hear you out? I am tired of hearing you out, Cillian. In fact, you wanna know what I regret most right now? So many things. I regret having heard you out in the first place. I regret hearing your sweet words. I regret giving you the chance to speak to me on the first day we met. I regret ever falling for you. I regret agreeing to become your wife. Most of all, I regret ever crossing paths with you. I wish you and everything that has to do with you would just disappe

I whispered, desperate to reach her. She ignored me, her focus on the intruders. The sound of the door closing filled the room, signaling their departure. I turned my attention back to Ivy. Her gaze remained lowered, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “I don’t want you to feel regret,” I murmured, my voice soft and earnest. “I’m not some random fuck. I’m your husband, the man you’re in love with. It would kill me to think you regret this.” Her eyes lifted to meet mine, glistening with unshed tears. “With the number of women you’ve taken to your bed, you very well could be a random man to me.”

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.

How could she possibly go back to the hell she had managed to escape from after everything she had suffered? She fixed him an icy stare, her angry gaze unrelenting. Desmond, sensing Freya's unyielding mood, went on. “I agree, I was sick in the head, a despicable maniac who had the audacity to hit his wife and only son. I was a fool. Your departure brought me back to my senses and made me realize how much I had failed as a husband. And now, all I'm asking for is a second chance. A second chance to prove my love to you. A chance to redeem myself. Is that too much to ask? Huh? Freya?”

“I think you remember well enough, Anderson.” Anderson’s mind raced, snippets of their drunken escapade coming back in jarring flashes. He remembered Agnes’s touch, her persistent advances, and his own desperate need to forget the pain of losing Wanda. But the specifics were lost in the blur of alcohol and regret. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, frustration bubbling up inside him. “Agnes, this…” he started, his tone wavering between anger and confusion. “This was a mistake. A big fucking mistake.”