I Regret Marrying An Older Man Novels & Stories

With this, she shook her head for disapproval, knowing that I was about to do something foolish, something I might regret all the days of my life. "Don't put up any act, Mia Figlia!" My father voiced out as if reading my thought. He walks in front of us as we halt at the old sitting room chamber. Then my eyes landed on an older man; his eyes sparkled at the sight of I and Verona. I cringed in disgust as I turned to look at Verona, whose lapse of hate was already evident on her face. An older man? Father wants me to get married to an older man like himself?

she retorted playfully. “ I guess it's a family trait or something because I can't believe I was so adamant about getting married to someone who didn't want anything to do with me,” I sighed, it was embarrassing just recalling it. “ I might even be more brazen than you.” “ Don't worry, we all make decisions we regret but it's okay because we're humans,” she patted my head. “ Hey, I'm older than you,” I reminded her because it was like she was patting her pet.

he inquired, dismissing my previous statement. He was clearly evading the question which means there was truth to my allegations. "Hmmm. Let me think. Marrying me? Marrying the woman whom you do not even love?" I mocked. Did I regret marrying him? I did not because if I did, it would also mean I regretted having Liam. I only regretted loving the man who could not reciprocate my feelings for me. He shook his head. "No, it was not, pumpkin. It was marrying Carmela."

“The old me was single-minded about stabilizing WS Group, obsessed with expanding it as quickly as possible. I wanted to prove myself to those founding shareholders who looked down on me and silence all the doubters. I admit, I was too competitive back then. My eyes were fixed only on the company and work, neglecting the person I should have cherished most… you.” “Truthfully, I think the old you was outstanding in every aspect except as a husband,” I said sincerely. “So don’t let our failed marriage make you dismiss everything else about yourself.” He smiled wryly. “Scarlett, you don’t need to comfort me. Back then I was either emotionally clueless or just too self-centered. Now I regret it.

“Jace, I remember everything now! You’ve suffered so much these past three years because of me! If it weren’t for my sudden accident and memory loss, you never would have endured all that hardship… But it’s okay now, I’ve got it all back. You’re my fiancé! Please, come back to me!” Evelyn looked frail, like a rag doll about to fall apart. Her face had lost all its glow, a shadow of the woman she once was. In the past, seeing her like this would have broken my heart, but now, all I felt was disgust.

Those were two very different things. He offered a small, awkward smile. "I'm actually starting to regret agreeing to this open marriage. It felt like the right thing at first, but now it feels like it's pulling us further apart. I keep feeling like there's something missing." A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my lips. The irony was almost funny. In my previous life, I’d begged this man to look at me the way he was looking at me right now, but back then, he only had eyes for Ivy.

There were no flowers, no family, no friends, no music, and no laughter or anything that made it feel like a wedding. I'd always imagined this day differently. Maya would have been my maid of honor, fussing over every little detail while Lisa stood beside me, teasing me to calm my nerves. At the end of the aisle would have been Nate. The man I thought I'd spend my entire life with. After the ceremony, we'd have celebrated with the people we lived with before disappearing together for our first night as husband and wife. I'd saved every piece of myself for that future For him. And now…..I was standing in a silent courtroom, about to marry his older brother instead.

“My mom’s crying nonstop. My friends won’t answer my calls. People are digging up everything—my debts, my jobs, even old photos from school. They’re calling me a gold digger, a scammer, worse.” I forced my voice steady. “You’ll survive it.” His laugh was harsh. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve lived in this storm your whole life. Me? I’m drowning.” The words struck deeper than I wanted to admit. I moved around the desk, standing close enough to see the exhaustion in his face. “Do you regret it?” He blinked. “What?” “This marriage.” My voice was low, steady. “Do you regret it?” His eyes searched mine. “I didn’t choose it.”

At the girl who thought love meant staying. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll call him.” That night, from a secure line, I dialed. He picked up on the first ring. “Wife,” he said. “Don’t call me that.” “Why? The court still says we’re married.” He sounded amused. “Did you like the video? I thought it was very romantic.” “You’re going to prison, David.” “Am I?” A rustle. Like he was sitting down. “Tell me something, Sarah. Why did you take the USB? Why not just leave it?”

She cautioned. "But it's true.... Janet I'm so confused" "I'm confused as well. I don't want you to go astray. Treating your father's health is a right decision but getting married at this age to a old man is the wrong decision" "I guess I have no choice than to follow the right and wrong decison" "But why d'hell does he wanna marry you? You're too young!" Janet is fond of swearing and I'm kinda emulating her. "I don't know, I just don't know. He has been married before, he lost his wife but he has two children in higher institution"