Husband's Regret Novels & Stories

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

All the humbleness in his face disappeared to be replaced by the smirk of the cocky bastard that I had come to remember him to be. "You are the mother of my child and the love of my life." Rowan shrugged as if those words came to him as easy as breathing. "I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. I did not respect you or value you when I had you. And so, I ended up losing you. That was what happened in our past marriage. Past marriage. I won't take it as our last marriage. I will prove to you that yor love has changed me and that I have become a better man for you and our daughter, and I WILL woo you. No matter how many years it will take. No matter how many Dereks or jerks come and go, I will w

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

He sighs while messing his hair. “ I'm sorry, Jasmine. I know that I've lost so much pain to you. I know that you can't forgive me but I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm fucking wrong Jaz. I- I’m just scared at that time.” He said while he was looking into my eyes, holding my hand. Scared? Of what? Scared of being my husband for a long time, that's why he found another woman?! Sorry? It's too late for him, sorry! It's too late to regret what he did to me!

“But I’ve never regretted any of it. Not having those three kids with you. Not meeting you.” Through her tears, she looked up at him. His gaze was so steady, so tender—it brought a small measure of peace to her shattered, exhausted heart. “Even after all the things I did to hurt you… you don’t regret it?” He smiled and shook his head. “But if I could go back to the time we just got married… I’d be a better husband. A better father.” He paused, then added with some guilt, “At the very least, I wouldn’t let you become a mom at nineteen…”

she screamed. “Please listen to me first, Auri.” Now Ethan held both of her hands tightly, staring at her with overwhelming regret in his eyes. “I realized a long time ago that I failed you as a husband back then.” His jaw tightened faintly. “I was stupid.” Pain flickered across his face. “I kept defending my best friend more than…” “…prioritizing other people’s egos until I completely ignored your feelings and destroyed our marriage.” Ethan lowered his gaze briefly, his expression filled with remorse. “I regret it, Auri. Every single day, I torture myself with that guilt.”

I noticed his jaw tightened, and his his fists clenched at his sides. “But let me make something really clear,” I continued. “If there’s anything I’ve been to you, to this marriage, it’s being loyal. I poured my everything into us, into making sure this marriage worked, into making sure we got our happily ever after like we wanted. But it’s so unfortunate that it’s been cut short. Do I regret falling in love with you? No, I don’t. Do I regret marrying you? No, I don’t. Do I regret thinking about spending forever with you? Of course not. But I regret shrinking myself and deluding myself into thinking that I needed to give you more time, into thinking that maybe you’d come around eventually. I

“I am here to take my punishments for being such a terrible son- in-law, a terrible additional family member, a terrible husband, a terrible protector and an extremely irresponsible father. I am sorry. I am so sorry, sir. I am- I am ashamed of all the things i have done, allowed, and curtailed ever since I met your granddaughter. She was perfect, so perfect! I was the one that ruined things, I ruined everything simply because I couldn’t use my brains!” “I ran a business, a bagged massive deals, impossible deals! Yet, I couldn’t take care of a woman placed into my care. I couldn’t take care of my wife. I couldn’t love her, protect her and simply give her a home that she deserved… and honestly

He breathed out, already regretting what he's just done. What was he thinking? He was frustrated that they failed their last two matches but why did it have to come in between him and his wife. He immediately vacate out of the kitchen, not wanting to see her falling apart for he can't take it. They both need this space but why divorce?! He grip his head and kept walking down the curb with regret pouring from every pore of his being. This was not in his plans...

I did not dare to be loud anymore, “You wouldn't dare.” “Why wouldn't I? I am your husband, remember. You were the one who fought to marry me.” I looked away, refusing to look at him, “It was a mistake and I deeply regret it.” “There is no use regretting this now.” He got off me and corrected his suit, “What done is done.”