Novel & Cerita I Regret Marrying An Older Man

I twitched an eye, then shook my head. "Not at all. The kids deserve married parents, yes, but we genuinely love each other. Again, we had many ups and downs, but matters worked out in the end for both of us, and we are very happy together," I said, wondering why I had to defend myself to this guy. "How sweet," he said, though I doubted he meant it. He looked me up and down, and said again, "I'm just so surprised, given you are so much older than her. I wonder if she will ever regret not marrying someone younger… someone in his prime."

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.

“And it’s not my fault I’m married to someone twelve years older than me." "That's the main purpose I married you, you looked so innocent and I didn't want any low life putting his hands on you." He sneered. It wasn't for my body afterall. "So I'm just for decorations?" I asked to finally confirm my status in this house and to him. "Do you want to be more than decorations? because trust me you won't be able to handle it." He snickered before walking away. Who the hell did I get married to? I'm starting to regret that decision of mine because it seems to be dragging me to hell.

It was Regor, coming quickly to my defense. I had enough of this overbearing man. Fueled by my barely-contained indignation towards this man, I squared my shoulders and faced him. I already had enough. He had this coming, in-law or not. “I may not have a spotless background. I have married thrice already, divorced once, and widowed once, but I do love your son. So much that I am tormenting myself by withholding my feelings. I figured someday he would realize that he made a mistake in marrying me. “ I all but spat at him in my agony. My chest was heaving.

I didn’t understand what was happening to her, but I knew that whatever it was, it was tearing her apart. The words she said next shook me to my core. "I regret it so much. I regret marrying him." Marrying him? Him who? I was the only man she’d ever been married to. At least, that’s what I thought. Was this some kind of breakdown? Was she remembering something that never happened? Or was it something else entirely? I couldn’t even begin to understand what she meant by it, but hearing her say she regretted it made my stomach churn.

It was nowhere as painful as the pain I was feeling in my heart, I’d just lost someone important and dear to me and it was taken by someone who I also held dear in my heart. Doesn’t my life sucks, first for falling in love with someone who doesn’t want me..who resents my presence, and then getting disowned by my father because of the same man, then getting married to him because of my our child. That same child was the reason I was holding on in that marriage, she was the only line I had and now just when everything was falling into place, just when I thought I could have the life I’ve always imagined—even though Henry was not in it— I was ready to move on with my daughter. I was ready to fo

he said through clenched teeth, "this deal might never have existed." He never opened the umbrella. The rain just kept beating down on his broad shoulders. "Then it seems you're in for a disappointment." I turned and walked down the steps, not looking back to see the shock on his face. I wasn't going to tell him the marriage contract sent to Ashpoint already had my name on it. In my last life, he endured too much humiliation on my account. This time, I'd let him hate me for a few more days. After all, when the day came and it was me on the tarmac waiting to board the plane, not Sofia, shouldn't he be eternally grateful?

Right now they may have hit a rough patch because of her lies, but they will get back together eventually. Their love has spanned over a decade. It’s impossible for them not fix what’s broken. Sooner or later, when they worked their issues, they’ll resume their romance. “I don’t want that…I don’t want a stepmother” he says in a small voice. It breaks my heart to hear him so sad, but there is nothing I can do about it. Rowan and I were wrong from the beginning. We shouldn’t have gotten married and I will always regret that I didn’t fight harder when he said we should marry.

, 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.

In our eighth year, he said that we should wait until he received an invitation to Paris Fashion Week. It had been ten years, and he had finally won the Paris Fashion Award. However, he was marrying someone else. “Don’t bother with the divorce,” I said as I pulled my hand free. “I’d hate for Stella’s mother to see you two separate. It might make her condition worse. I can’t take responsibility for that.” Alexander froze for a moment before he breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally, you understand. Once this blows over, we can—” “There will be no ‘we.’” I cut him off. “Ten years, Alexander. Now, I finally see it clearly.”