His Regret Ex Husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

“I just needed to see you face to face. To tell you how sorry I am about everything. To tell you I was wrong. Not just once. But for everytime I made you question your worth. For everytime I let someone voice get louder than yours.” She stared at me in silence. I knew it was her turn now. SOPHIA I watched him as he spoke. He wasn't the man I married,not fully. There were scars now. But maybe that made him more honest now. “I appreciate your coming.” I said. “And I know you regret everything that happened. But I am not the same woman you married.” “I know.” He said. “And I don't know if I can go back.” “But I'm not asking you to go back. I just wanted to come to you and apologize. I wanted to

She was scared. She didn't know what his reaction would be, and his silence only made things worse. Just when they thought he wouldn't speak, his voice rang, "What, Stewart?" She signed, "Stewart Johnston, Liam. My ex-husband. We are back," she let out. "Are you crazy, girl?" He threw at him, standing and clutching the table. His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't believe that she would return to him after what he had done to her. He refused to believe that she had decided with her right senses. He could argue that she had been charmed.

I replied firmly, “The biggest regret of my life is falling in love with you and marrying you. Other than that, I have no regrets.” “Vivian Carter, once you walk out that door tonight, don’t even think about coming back!” I scoffed, “Dominic Blackwood, the moment I decided to divorce you, I never intended to look back.” After I left, Dominic, furious, smashed everything in the room to pieces. Wasn’t I the one who wanted his honesty? He had set aside his pride and given me the honor that no one else had, even boldly declaring my existence. What more did I want?

I turned sideways to look in the eyes of Michael Beckham whose lips were curled up into a smirk as he asked, his voice sarcastic. "Your husband seems to be immersed in grief and regret. Are you sure you want to do this to the poor man?" "Ex-husband..." I corrected. "He is a fool to think I'm going to believe the act he has put on before the reporters." "He is yet to know that it's just the beginning of my revenge!"

I shut her eyes, holding myself back from doing something I might regret and just then I heard his croaky voice. “Jane I can never be with a cheating wife plus you aren't the woman for me. You could never be. I already told you this,” he ran a hand through his hair as he said the words without remorse. “And you chose my friend? Of all the women you have on your list?” I barked at him. At this point Tina got her things dressed up and planted a kiss on Jason's head before swaying her stiff waist out of the house. “I will see you later baby, clean this mess up”

“I regret that my son’s violence is what finally tore the truth into the open. I regret that you were hurt. I do not regret wanting you. And I don’t believe you regret it either.” Heat crawled up my neck. I hated that even now—bruised, emptied, still aching—my body reacted to the low certainty in his voice. A traitorous pulse flickered low in my stomach, too tangled with memory and damage to be clean desire. “You don’t get to decide what I regret,” I said. “No,” he agreed. “But I can see it on you. Even now. You’re angry. You’re grieving something you never even wanted to keep. And underneath all of it, you’re still waiting to see what I’ll do now that he’s out of the house.”

“You don't believe me?” “I believe you're emotional.” “She is alive.” Arthur stood. “If Rihanna were alive, she would have contacted us.” Edrian laughed bitterly. “Why would she?” Neither man spoke. Valerie suddenly grabbed Edrian's arm. “Stop thinking about her.” He pulled away. “Don't touch me.” Her face hardened. “You're still obsessed with her.” “I'm trying to figure out who that woman is.” “You're trying to bring your dead wife back.”Edrian looked at her coldly. “She was my wife.” Valerie's eyes filled with anger. “And I'm your wife now.”

At the girl who thought love meant staying. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll call him.” That night, from a secure line, I dialed. He picked up on the first ring. “Wife,” he said. “Don’t call me that.” “Why? The court still says we’re married.” He sounded amused. “Did you like the video? I thought it was very romantic.” “You’re going to prison, David.” “Am I?” A rustle. Like he was sitting down. “Tell me something, Sarah. Why did you take the USB? Why not just leave it?”

I kept my hands in the pockets of my coat. "Sebastian. That's low." I looked at him, cold. "You thought using my own son would make me fold?" He shook his head, panicked. "No — Nora, I've missed you. These two years, I have spent every single day regretting it. I can't do this without you." I looked at him — the textbook cliché of the man who loses his wife and tries to win her back. It struck me as almost funny. "Your regret isn't worth a damn to me."

" Naomi paused, keeping her hands on my shoulders as though she needed to make sure I was paying close attention to everything she was saying. "Then Mr.Nathan, your regretful ex-husband, who's now doing everything he can to win you back. He finally realized how much his ex-wife was worth after letting her go. I have no doubt both men will try their hardest to win your heart, and honestly, ma'am, you're going to have a difficult decision to make." After saying that, Naomi fell quiet, her eyes wandering as though she were already picturing how everything would unfold. But I was still trying to make sense of what she'd just told me. Nathan regretted our divorce? Was that really why he was sudde