I Regret Marrying An Older Man Novels & Stories

“Look, Rach, Darius is your husband now; he deserves to know how much of a threat Andrew is being. He must handle his nephew before we take serious action. “But you know that can’t be possible, not after we get the stolen shares. Dad had specifically warned me, and you know I had let him down once by marrying Andrew; I don’t want to do that again…. I owe him this much, I reason. “You’re right, but I can’t help but want—“ She is cut off by her phone ringing. I walked to the bathroom, deciding to freshen up. As I turned on the shower, the warm water cascading on my body, my lips quivered as I broke into sobs. I miss Andrew so much that it hurts. I miss the man he used to be, the one I fell in

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?"

"You’re talking about privacy after you’ve slept with my stepmother in this house? In the bed we’ve shared for three years, Sean?! Since when? Since when did you make me the clown in this disgusting play?" Every word that left Niana’s mouth felt like a dagger she was plunging into her own chest. Three years. She had given all her love, her youth, and even sacrificed her writing career to be the perfect wife for a man who didn't even view her as a human being. Every memory of morning kisses, warm hugs in the rain, and promises of a future... it was all just trash wrapped in beautiful gift paper.

“What do I have to do to convince you that the past won’t repeat itself? We have kids now, and everything has changed. I wouldn’t put them through something like that.” She was silent. “I know you have every right to say you don’t trust me or you’re scared of giving me a second chance, but please, don’t let my past mistakes define what we could have now.” “Why do you keep on fighting for me? Even when I am with other men? Why haven’t you given up on me after so many years?” That was an easy question. “I tried to date other people, but I always looked for you in them. I fumbled badly and the divorce was the biggest regret of my life. You’re so special Valerie and I can’t see myself with anyon

She was a woman who had chosen not to get married, preferring to earn money instead and travel around the world to see all its beautiful sights. She lived the life I dreamed of. “The best way to move away from a bad relationship is to get into a new one. Trust me. A fit, handsome foreigner is really good.” I simply smiled and said nothing. I did some mental calculations and found that I only had twenty-three days left of the one month the doctor said I had. … At South Hill Cemetery, Matthew stood in front of a tombstone with Henry Foster’s name engraved on it. His face was pale, and his stomach churned before he vomited on the ground out of stress and sadness.

Saw… her? “You from five years ago.” The man smiled slightly as the image of them getting married five years ago appeared in his memory. Five years ago, another silly girl had glared at him in the same determined way as she said, “I’m willing to marry you, take care of you for the rest of your life, and carry your children. I’ll never regret this decision for the rest of my life!” When Elijah gazed into Sally’s bewildered eyes, he sighed and said, “Did you ever think that you might regret getting married to a disabled person five years ago?”

That was the source of my pain. Marrying a man fourteen years older than me devastated me at first. Adonis Vitale was praised for his cruelty and mercilessness. Yet, I had tried to focus on the good, like his love for art and Italian culture and also his aversion toward the old traditions. I had prepared myself to be the wife he would want, just like I had been raised to do. Above all, I loved him, even if it had been from the distance. Even though he had never noticed me. But things did not stop there.

It was a coldness that drilled into her bones. She pulled her hands away from his warm palms and responded, "Do I still have a home with you? When I married you back then, where were you when I wanted to live with you forever? Where were you when I was in trouble for being pregnant with your child? Jeremy, there’s no medicine for regret in this world. If there was, I would be the first to consume it. I regret marrying you and giving birth to the children of a man like you! "Don't show up in front of me again. I don't want to see you again, ever."

Damien had shown me nothing but cruelty and contempt since the day we had married, and I was beginning to wonder if I had made a terrible mistake. I had indeed made a terrible mistake by choosing him as my husband, who was I kidding? And that would be the greatest regret of my entire life. Memories of my past flooded my mind, as I stared into space. How had my life come to this? I was such a bright young woman who was filled with a passion to succeed beyond expectations, so many visions of a better life. I held my chin upwards in the face of adversity and challenges of life, determined never to waver or break down but look at me now. The opposite of what I used to be in the past.

“That— that day, when my memories came back, I was so confused. There were so many memories in my head that it became so difficult to decipher what was the truth and what was not. At first, I was happy. It’s because I felt that I'm finally able to live a normal life with you without my amnesia holding me back. However, as I got deeper into my memories, I started realizing that maybe everything that I felt was all a lie. Why… Why did you take such measures to marry me?” I felt my eyes warming up, so I looked up at the ceiling. “So… did you realize that you regret our marriage?” “No,” he shook his head. “Actually, yes…” My heart stopped, and I looked at him with wide eyes. “No, no. It’s not wh