Husband's Regret Novels & Stories

"Do you regret it?" "Every day." His voice cracked. "I regret calling Hayes. I regret hiding in that car and watching him take you away. I regret staying silent for years. I regret not fighting harder to tell you the truth before you married him. But I don't regret spending two years searching for you. And I don't regret loving you, even if you can never feel the same way."

Not our divorce. His regret.

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

“Why would she ask to see me of all people?” “Because Sophia is an angel from the sky. She still thinks of monsters like you even in pain.” I smiled sadistically, “The way you speak of me, you would think we weren’t married at some point.” He stared at me through the rearview mirror, “Of all my regrets, marrying you was my biggest one.” His words stung more than they should. “You know, even though you’ve hurt me to the point of no repair, I wouldn’t even say what you just said—especially to your face.”

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

Slowly he unfolded himself out of the car and stood in the middle of the road. He is feeling lonely and sad. He looked at the sky and felt like he is looking at his dead wife Mary Smith. "I made a mistake Mary. But my mistake extended your life for 18 years. If you ask me today, that if I regret my decision to sell Eva to raise money for your operation, then no. Even though I was guilty and sad since that day, I don't regret my decision. My mistake gave me 18 more years with you. If the lord above gives me another chance to redo that day, I wouldn't change a thing. People are calling me names Mary. But you don't feel bad about it. Because I deserve every single name they are throwing my way.

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.

Emma was pregnant. My mind raced, thinking back to moments I hadn’t paid enough attention to. The way she’d tried to talk to me, the way she’d seemed quieter, more hesitant. She must’ve wanted to tell me, and I’d been too distracted, too caught up in taking care of Ava, to notice. Then I felt it. Regret. I was the worst husband ever. I was the shittiest person to her while she carried my child. Our child. How many times had I brushed her off? How many times had she tried to share something important with me, only for me to dismiss her?

Lucas blurted out. Kate flung his hands away. “what gives you the right to touch me like that? Would you like to be sued for harassment?” Kate yelped out. She suddenly scoffed, “Husband you say? Aren’t you going too far now? First, you called me a name I don’t know and now you’re my husband? Are you that desperate to go to jail?” Kate snapped. Tara hurried foward after hearing that “I’m sorry ma’am. He made a mistake…his memories are rather foggy,” Tara said softly, slipping her arm through Lucas’s.