His Regret Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

“You dare ask me for help after spreading your legs like a cheap whore? You disgust me, Emily. I want a divorce.” The phone slipped from my hand. My whole body shook. Did my husband just throw away five years of marriage… over the phone?

A deep surge of regret washed over her—why did she have to leave the bedroom just to get a glass of water? Desperate, Irina kept thrashing and stomped on Aaron's foot with all her weight. The man winced in pain, but he still refused to let go. "Let me go, Aaron!" Irina shouted, her voice trembling inside his tight embrace. "Never! Irina... You have to know, I regret it. I want us to go back to how we were," Aaron said, his tone urgent and demanding. Irina shook her head violently, continuing to struggle against his grip. "Impossible! We are both married to other people now! You threw me away all this time! You think you can just do whatever you want? Just live with your regret, Aaron!" she y

“If someone asked me what first love is, I would think it’s a nightmare. I regret why I wanted to get to know you back then. You became my light during my younger days, so I treated you like family. For more than ten years, I gave what I could. Whether it was you or your family, I let all of you take and request anything from me. I only got married after you went missing for a few years. “Initially, it was just a contractual marriage with my wife. However, I gradually fell in love with her the more we spent time together. After that, you came back, and I felt guilty toward you. In order to thank you, I was always the first to lend a hand whenever you had a problem. But I didn’t know my actio

And if that wasn’t the case, then something had to be. “So what you’re saying is, you have no reason whatsoever to want me back except because you realize your mistake about who you think I am?” I asked and he nodded. I lifted my shoulder in a shrug. “Then I don’t need to be your wife anymore. It doesn’t matter anyway, I mean… I’m already glad you don’t see me that way anymore.” “No, May. I really need you back.” He said. He started to say something, then he hesitated, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. It took a moment before he finally spoke up, his voice laced with something like reluctance.

“Good evening. Do you need anything?” Sweet, simple, sincere words that he took for granted. All wasted. “Hannah,” he mumbles as he unknowingly cries. “Where are you?” “Please, come back to me.” He wishes sincerely. Sleepless and in despair, he kept tossing in his bed. The regret is killing him. He has a perfect life, the company is excelling. He has a loving, caring wife, and an adorable daughter but fails to see them and now they are gone.

But reality proved that forcibly getting something sweet doesn't make it taste any better. Those who care didn't need to be told, and those who didn't care wouldn't learn. Ryan fell silent for a moment, his slightly hoarse voice trembling softly, "I'm sorry." ‘Sorry?’ I had lost count of how many times I heard him say that. I blinked and finally managed to speak lightly. "It's okay." It had always... been okay. He was just an ex-husband. Life gradually returned to normal. Jane and I kept looking at office buildings non-stop.

I almost forgot what my real motive was for her that night, that's how insane she drove me. I desperately regretted what I felt for her all that time during my marriage, but ignored it. And reality is unforgiving. She's nowhere to be found. The regret weighs heavy on my chest, an unbearable burden. If only I could find her, tell her how much I love her, and beg for her forgiveness. I would give anything to undo the damage I caused, to make things right and be the person she truly deserved. But would she take me back? She had to!

As if he really couldn’t understand how I could turn him down. The answer was simple: I wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing to do with the life I left behind, especially knowing that those same people turned their backs on us once our company went bankrupt. "Yes.” My answer is short and curt. I just want to go back to my daughter and forget that Gabriel ever sought me out with his ridiculous proposal. “Why the hell not?” He was beginning to get angry. “The better question is, why would you be desperate to marry me again? You hate me, Gabriel, so what is so important that would make you seek me out years after our divorce?” I was really curious.

“You might not be the same but you haven’t changed much. Five years ago, you didn’t care about my opinions and forced a divorce on me. Now, you’re doing the same thing, trying to get back with me after I’ve told you we have no chance of getting back together.” “It’s not like that, Kim.” He reached out to touch my face but held himself back. Good. “I’ve spent the last five years regretting the way I treated you back then. I want to make it up to you. I want to be a better husband and father. Please, Kimberly. Give me this opportunity, would you?”

He sure had no feelings for me when we were married. "I am also asking why. I don't know why I wanted to face Josh and punch him right now for showing his feelings to you. My heart is screaming that I am the only one for you. That Grayson and you belonged to me. I know I don't have the right after what I have done to you and my son." His eyes shifted to the sea and I could see the intense regret as deep as the sea. “I’m scared that it's too late to take you back now.”