Husband's Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

"If I had just listened... if I had just believed my own wife..." Marcus spoke, his voice low and steady. "The Blood Tracing Rite confirmed everything, Damien. The pregnancy was real. Everything she told you was the truth." I watched Damien fall apart completely. If only he had said these things while I was alive. But it was too late. No amount of regret could bring back his dead wife and child.

I said to him. " It was supposed to be ours but you left before I even had the chance to show you. " He said. " You know why I left." I said. " Well here we are about to begin a new life, I mean who knew?" He said with a smile. I don't know where we were, I didn't even care, all that I knew about was that I didn't want to be here with him, all that I wanted to was to be with my husband. The man I love, even if he is a sadist because not even him could be as ruthless and as bad as this man. I had so many things running in my mind but the biggest one of all was regret. I didn't give my husband a chance to explain himself, I shut him out and I shut him down before he could even tell me what he

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”

Seeing the sadness on Mr. Hunt's face, Mia's eyes also filled with tears. The woman was able to feel what stirred the grandfather's heart. Realizing it, Julian spontaneously stroked his wife's back. With a little smile, he expressed support for listening to the conversation. "I'm really sorry for what my son has done," Mr. Hunt said in a hoarse voice that was no longer cheerful. Regret had narrowed his throat. "James shouldn't have snatched your wife. I am very ashamed of his behavior."

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."

"I'm not really going to force you to be my wife anymore. By this confirmation happened tonight, I will just learn to accept that she is really gone." With every word he utters, every letter woven and sentences punctuated, I feel the pain and bitterness… by how he pronounced those. "You know what... you wouldn't have reached that point..." I met his eyes when I moved my face upward. "That you will regret the things you did before... that you will regret how much you failed Kris as a husband... if only then, Liam... you would have learned how to properly take care of your wife." “And now you're going to chase her… when it’s too late… When did she finally get tired of the tiring world? When di

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.

"I taught you to honor your wife and protect this family! Is this how you do it? You destroyed your home and the company for a cheap fling!" Crack! Crack! The cane landed again and again. Blood began to stain Alexander’s white dress shirt. Alexander knelt straight, not making a sound. The searing pain on his back gave him clarity. It felt like penance. His only thought was: I deserve this. If this pain can equal even one percent of the pain Evelyn felt all those years, then bring it on. He didn't know how many strikes he took before his vision went black and he collapsed. In the darkness, he had a dream.

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”

Not as the ruler of Carrington Bay’s underworld. But as someone who was still carrying an enormous loss even now. “Do you regret it?” Naomi asked softly. “Even though my father is already gone?” The question left Cale silent for a long moment. Slowly, his gaze lifted toward Naomi. And for a brief second, Naomi felt something incredibly dark and lonely hidden inside his eyes. “My deepest regret,” Cale said, his voice cold yet painfully honest, “is that I didn’t follow your father into the afterlife.” Naomi’s breath caught instantly.