Husband's Regret Novels & Stories

But that’s where she was wrong. Cyrus wasn’t angry. He was hurt. He doesn’t even know why his chest squeezed painfully remembering the words she spat on his face. Grabbing the chair of the dining table he slammed it on the floor screaming out in rage once again. Yes, he wanted to punish her for all the things she said but he was more raging over himself. The way his heart fell in the pit of regret when she said those words didn’t sit well with him. He’s Cyrus Sylvester. The man who never regrets. He never regretted even a single thing he did to anyone. Then what is this new emotion he had been feeling from the time he held her in his arms the first day she came to know about him being her hu

He asks brushing my hair back lovingly like a good father would. I nod “it doesn't excuse me leaving without any notice like that, I shouldn't have, especially not to, I'm sorry.” I say sincerely, holding his hand as we sit. He shakes his head “No, I'm sorry, I don't regret marrying you off to my son, the only thing I regret is my failure in raising my children as individuals worthy enough. I never taught my sons how to treat their women right, our side of the world is just so dark and different. Nothing good ever comes out of it but we try.” His eyes hold a lot of sadness and longing and I feel so guilty about keeping so much from him.

"So I have to be a good husband." I almost laughed. A good husband. The words sounded absurd coming from him. I typed aggressively shoving it to his face. [You had five years.] Vincent ran a hand through his damp hair before continuing. "I know I messed up, I want to make up for all the times I didn't." For a brief second, something flickered across his face. Regret, real regret. The kind that couldn't easily be faked. But it wasn't enough. Not after five years.

I started to say, sitting up and pulling the sheets to my chest, but he cut me off with a harsh, barking laugh. ​"Help me? You trapped me into a marriage I never wanted by playing the hero, and now you’ve drugged me in my own house just to make sure your spot in this family is secure," he sneered, reaching for his shirt and throwing it on with jerky, angry movements. "You are the most calculating woman I have ever met, and I want you out of my sight before I say something we both regret. Don't think this night changes anything, it only makes me despise you more."

He’d missed her so much that he couldn’t help himself and came inside her for the first time since they started having sex. He couldn’t control it and the moment he pulled out, he thought he was going to regret it. But he didn’t. As he cleaned her up, his cum dripped out and he remembered pushing it back in, a possessive feeling settling deep inside of him at the sight. He remembered envisioning her pregnant with his child. He had told Genevieve that he never came inside her, but that was a lie. He did once, and he didn’t regret it. What if…what if that one time led to something? He shook his head, the thought vanishing as quickly as it came.

I know you must have had a lot of regret, despite me telling you I've forgiven you. It was like a big bomb that was just bring dropped! Lily roared out in anger.."I have no regrets!" "Wait, Mr Cambridge, you are presently married to this young lady? And you confidently talk about your heart skipping a bit. Geez, you are a proud flirt aren't you. Ha ha!" Richard said, then smiled at his daughter. "This is an interesting story." "I don't think this child should be listening to adult stories like this." Maria said at last after being silent for so long.

She closed the door behind her, leaving Michael alone in the hallway, his hand still resting on the doorframe as he stared at the spot where she had stood. Michael leaned his head against the cool wood of the door, the regret settling in his chest like a stone. He had wanted to make things right, to bridge the gap between him and Wanda, but now it felt wider than ever. The past he thought he had moved on from was still there, lurking in every corner, pulling him back just when he thought he was free. And as he stood there, the echoes of Martha’s words and Wanda’s pained expression played over in his mind, a reminder that some mistakes were harder to outrun than others.

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.”

"You seem to have this realization now, but why didn’t you think this way when you married me? You were so harsh on me then. Hearing this from you is just hard to believe." Nash hugged her apologetically and nuzzled her cheek. "I was wrong before. It’s precisely because of my past mistakes that I now understand. We can't let our child follow our old path. Love and marriage both need to be handled well to avoid regrets." Nina leaned against his shoulder. "So, do you regret it?" Nash thought for a moment. "I regret not realizing it sooner, but I’m grateful you’re by my side now. That’s my happiest thought."

William laid on the belly over the wife with his head drowned on Elliona's shoulders. "I'm sorry.." said the man with his big voice, he even started sobbing right now. With several tears falling on her shoulders. "I'm sorry I can't be around you all the time," William blurted out his cries. The guy's back to being fragile. "Why do you regret it? Your company is your wife. You don't have to regret it," she said,