Husband's Regret Novels & Stories

She picked it up and walked away before I could even explain myself. Her calls are more important than me and she doesn't fail to brush me like I'm nothing to her. My head nods in deflect acceptance with my knuckles squeezed tightly resisting the urge and the anger to hit something. My dear loving wife doesn't even give me an audience. Our marriage is in shambles. At the point of both anger and humiliation bestowed upon me by my wife. My phone rang. The light lightened up my screen, the caller Mr James Turner. Probably it's time not to ignore him anymore, it's time to do the things I love instead of chasing shadows.

"You think this is enough?" "I know okay, I know I deserve more than this as punishment. I regret everything I ever did to my daughter. Her tears hunt me everyday and night, whenever I close my eyes to sleep all I see is Hazel and her mum crying and I wish I could turn back time and be a better husband and father. But it's too late and all I'm left with is memories of how I traumatized my daughter and wife. It's all messed up. Just go away and let me die here with my regrets and sorrow" He says as tears spill down his check and I feel the anger in my heart die down. He actually regrets his actions, he's actually sorry for what he did. That's very relieving.

Alex looked down at his cuffed hands and exhaled shakily. “The only thing I regret,” he said, “is watching you walk away from me. I regret not chasing after you that night. I regret not listening when you cried. When you were sick. I regret not choosing you… when all you ever did was choose me. I regret failing you, failing our marriage, failing everything we could have been.” His voice cracked faintly at the edges. “That is my regret. The only one.” Amara’s breath stilled. For a second, just one brief second, the sincerity in his voice hit her. Hard. She hadn’t expected it.

"You know what... Kimberly got married a year after we got married and right now she has two kids, a caring husband with. A good paying job. Her home is lovely. Unlike me...my husband is a robot and mother-in-law, she's the remote or the operator" "What are you trying to say? "If I hadn't married you, I should have at least a child to boast of. You know what Gavin, sometimes I regret agreeing to this sham called marriage. If I had said I no and stood my ground and say no. It's all my fault for falling in love with you" "So, you regret getting married to me? "Yes. I regret marrying a guy who detets me and doesn't love. He doesn't care about how I am feeling. All he cares about is himself and

“If someone asked me what first love is, I would think it’s a nightmare. I regret why I wanted to get to know you back then. You became my light during my younger days, so I treated you like family. For more than ten years, I gave what I could. Whether it was you or your family, I let all of you take and request anything from me. I only got married after you went missing for a few years. “Initially, it was just a contractual marriage with my wife. However, I gradually fell in love with her the more we spent time together. After that, you came back, and I felt guilty toward you. In order to thank you, I was always the first to lend a hand whenever you had a problem. But I didn’t know my actio

I don’t think about anyone except her, she's my whole world, and I lost her. Regret was a foreign thing to me once, it was something I believed belonged to weaker men, to those who failed to take what they wanted when it was within their reach. But now it sat in my chest like a slow, suffocating weight, tightening every time her name crossed my mind.

“I canceled the first one because a meeting ran late. I told myself I would make it up the next week. The second one I sent a quick message saying I would be late and then never showed up. I stayed at the office until after midnight. The third one I forgot to even tell her it was off. I let those nights disappear like they were nothing. But they were not nothing to her. They were the one steady thing she had asked for and I took them away without thinking twice. Each time I chose something else. Each time I told myself it was just one night. They added up. They broke something in her and I did not see it until it was too late.” His fingers pressed lightly against the table edge. The regret t

The dress had cost me a month's salary, but next to Emma's elegant outfit, it might as well have been a potato sack. "I... I'm sorry," I whispered, fighting back tears. "Just go," he snapped, not even looking at me. "Emma and I will order first. Try to come back looking presentable." That was the first crack in my perfect marriage. "Sir," a young officer approached with case records. "I've checked the reports - no missing persons filed in the last few days." "A missing wife and the family didn't even notice?" another officer wondered aloud. "What kind of relationship did they have?"

As though he was looking right through her. “We could never make you genuinely happy, huh? There was always something about us that pissed you off. Mother, my brothers and I. We just couldn't satisfy you.” “I know I've not been the best husband or father to you all, don't think I don't. And I'm regretting it now. I shall regret it till the day I leave this earth. I acknowledge my mistakes, but I want you to know that everything I did was for the good of my family.”

“Good evening. Do you need anything?” Sweet, simple, sincere words that he took for granted. All wasted. “Hannah,” he mumbles as he unknowingly cries. “Where are you?” “Please, come back to me.” He wishes sincerely. Sleepless and in despair, he kept tossing in his bed. The regret is killing him. He has a perfect life, the company is excelling. He has a loving, caring wife, and an adorable daughter but fails to see them and now they are gone.