I Regret Marrying An Older Man Novels & Stories

He was more than ten years older than me. The expression on Dave's face turned dense all of a sudden. He held my hand and turned me to look at him. “And do you think they are better than me? Mia, do you regret marrying me because you think I am so old?“ He asked. I swallowed hard, realizing that my words might have hurt him. I quickly wrapped my hands around him and hugged him tightly. “No! I don't regret anything. In fact, you are better than any of them. You know how to love me the best!“ I said.

I hung up right after. My phone slipped from my hand as a bitter chuckle escaped my lips. Three whole years of marriage, and guess what? No one knows. Pushing my sadness aside, I left the hospital, weak and dragging myself to the hotel where I now knew James was staying. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t give out the room number,” the hotel worker said politely. I had only just arrived and was already being refused entry. Not that I didn’t know the room number, I just wanted to go through the proper channel. But clearly, that wasn’t working.

The room feels smaller. Closer. “What was the reason?” I ask. For the first time since I’ve known him, Adrian hesitates. Not calculating. Searching. When he finally speaks, his voice is almost rough. “I was tired.” “Tired of what?” His answer comes quietly, without performance. “I didn’t marry you for revenge,” Adrian says. The words settle slowly, impossibly. He takes one final step closer, close enough that I feel his breath. “I married you because I was tired of pretending you belonged to someone else.”

"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

She said that the two of us weren't at the same level and my days would be very hard. I smiled back then and said that I was just a fake daughter of an affluent family, so I was still the same as James in terms of status level. We were both from a poor family background. I felt that I didn't care if I had a difficult life. I was willing to accept everything because I fell in love with James. Rory shook her head back then and said that I was going to regret my decision. She was right. I was now regretting my decision. I had been wondering recently, would I live for a couple more years if I hadn't married James?

The man who had once been a wall of stone was now a bridge, and I was finally walking across it. The grief of our marriage wasn't gone. I wasn't naive enough to think that you could just delete years of pain with a few good months. The grief was still there, but it was different now. It was filed. It was a folder in a cabinet I knew how to navigate. I knew exactly where it was. I knew what was inside. But it didn't rule me anymore. It didn't dictate how I woke up or how I felt when I looked at the man who had caused it. I picked up my pen. My hand was steady as I moved it to the very last page, right below the last entry I’d made about the Milan project.

"Then, why are you making me marry you? Just because your family's high on the hierarchy, you think you can decide my life for me? You're trampling all over my dignity! Even if we do get married, I'll never give you a moment of my time!" Yes, that was a promise, and she made sure she saw it through in my previous life. She did not give me an ounce of her love. And then, the guy she loved with all her heart came over. With tears in his eyes, he apologized to me.

He choked as he cried, “The one thing that I regret the most in my entire life is marrying you! If I had known that you were such a shrewd woman, I would never have married you and brought you into my family even if you had put a knife against my neck!” Elaine sneered as she said, “Oh, so what has regretting your decision to marry me got to do with whether I’m a shrewd woman or not? Do you think I don’t know the real reason why an old man like you regrets marrying me?” “Aren’t you regretting it just because of Matilda? Do you regret not chasing after Matilda and trying harder to restore your relationship with her back then?”

he said, then heaved a sigh. “Go on,” I said. “Tell me why you regret our marriage,” I added. He looked at me, his brown orbs filled with hurt. "I've told you before... I don't regret our marriage, and I have never regretted getting married to you... not even once," he explained. “Then, what is it? Sex today was amazing,” I said. “No, it wasn’t, or yes, it was at least; for you. Sex, these days feels like a chore and I’m getting tired, Layla.”

Spending the majority of my life with a woman I despised made it feel as if the world had already come to an end. Regret gnawed at me, knowing I had married for the sake of a title. In my simple mind, that title seemed more important than my own happiness and love. I couldn't escape the realization that I had become no different from my father, a fact that weighed heavily on me. With a heavy sigh, I couldn't help but lament the choices that had led me to this point.