Husband's Regret Novels & Stories

Now, this… He looks away from me before I can notice but it's too late. I catch the glistening in his eyes. “Do you know what it's like to watch your kid crave attention from their own mother and not get it?” A part of me wants to give him a snarky reply that'll sting so hard. Another part of me just looks on in pity as he speaks. Regret flashes cross his features and for a moment he looks like he might breakdown. I take a slow breath, to keep my voice pointed. “If you’re this unhappy with her, why are you still married to her?”

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

No one would come looking for me until it was too late. It seemed I was going to die without getting justice for my baby. Without finding my sister. Without ever knowing the full truth about what had happened to my life. I had so many regrets. The biggest was marrying James Whitmore in the first place. I had told myself I would never regret our marriage because of the good years we had shared, the moments when I had believed we were building something that would last. But I regretted it now. Regretted every second I had wasted on a man who could stand there and believe I was capable of orchestrating an assault on a pregnant woman.

“As I stand here, haunted by my regrets, I find myself wishing I could turn back time and undo my mistakes. Your absence will forever serve as a constant reminder of the precious moments we shared and the opportunities I let slip through my fingers. “I wish I could have been the husband you deserved - the one who expressed his love freely, the one who always listened, and the one who embraced you unconditionally. In my ambitious pursuits, I lost sight of what truly mattered, and I failed to cherish the moments that we had together. I took our love for granted, foolishly believing it would always be there, until life proved otherwise. “In moments of frustration and anger, I said words that I

She strode up to him and slapped him across the face. Ethan didn’t flinch. He ran his tongue over his lip, then looked at her with a simmering rage and a bitter smile. “Is that all you know how to do? Humiliate me. Treat me like a servant instead of your husband.” He paused, eyes reddened. “Do you know what my greatest regret is?” Emily stared at him, startled, searching his face. He spoke slowly, enunciating every word. “My greatest regret is trading my life, my dignity, and my pride for this marriage.”

" I don't know whether it was a deliberate plan from the beginning or coincidence. I will make sure you get what you deserve. Your father will face the cruelest punishment alive in this world, I promise!" She gently grabbed my wrists and patted the back of my hand, " It's fine. There are lots of things I regretted so far. But one of the regrets was being unable to tell my husband that I didn't hate him for marrying me. He gave me the purpose of staying alive. And I loved him. Another one was failing to bring his son alive. Now I don't want to feel regret. I wish he was my son. So that at least I could hold him tightly and say how much I loved him!"

He blinked slowly, his heavy breathing filling my ears and I wanted to plug them shut. “Five minutes,” he said. I sighed, moving to the chair beside the bed and dropping into it. “I'm listening.” “I never thought I would die this young,” he began, and I wanted to scoff. He sure as hell wasn't young. “I thought I would live a really long life, but here we are. And now I'm having so many regrets.” “You're regretting not acting like a proper father and husband?” I bite out, unable to help myself, bitterness filling my voice.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

Waiting for what the married couple would explain. It wasn't until Radit explained it clearly that Tiara let out a rough breath. Regretting would also be useless. After all, her husband was already buried in the ground there. "Sorry," said Radit with a myriad of regrets that he again felt. "I worked hard for my husband's health, but in the end, it was ruined by my own son-in-law." Tiara sat limply on a garden chair. She no longer wanted to make a sound after Amanda gently rubbed her arm.

My thoughts felt scrambled as I tried to give it a name. Regret. I hadn’t felt this way when I ended things with Anna. But with Sally…I’m regretting it. And then it hit me. Everything I could have done better. Every single regret that I hadn’t noticed. I shouldn’t have made her sad for even one day. I should have been there for her. I should have chosen her time and time again. I should have kept my promises to her. I should have been a better husband. The regrets piled, growing larger and blocking my throat.