Novel & Cerita My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

I felt like something inside me was breaking, splintering into pieces and I wasn’t sure before I could put it back together. My mind drifted to the earlier days of our marriage. The days he’d call me three times just to hear my voice. The nights we stayed up talking until morning. How we danced in the kitchen while cooking. How he’d carry me to bed when I fell asleep on the couch. How he’d tell me, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” What happened to that man? Where did he go? Who is this stranger wearing my husband’s face?

And beneath him, under his dark, intense, eyes I felt so vulnerable that all the pain, heartache, hate and betrayal didn’t matter anymore, I just wanted him. God. I wanted him. I wanted him to do his husbandly duties more than I wanted my next breath. I wanted him in all the ways he could give himself to me. “I should’ve killed you the very first time I found you,” he growled. Fury dripped from his every word, contradicting the emotions flashing in his eyes and on his expression. It was like he felt pain and regret, even distaste for himself for saying those words. I nodded. “You should have. Because now, you can’t. Can you, husband?”

CALISTA POV If anybody had even been able to see into a week of what was going to happen to me if I stayed any longer in my husband's house then maybe I would have immediately packed up and gone somewhere else but however, but nobody had it at four sights at the moment except for my father but of course he could not know the exact details he had told me that I should have gone with him and I truly regret it but my regret was not supporting the love that I have for my husband and I felt like giving up on our marriage now will be too soon.

I said to him. " It was supposed to be ours but you left before I even had the chance to show you. " He said. " You know why I left." I said. " Well here we are about to begin a new life, I mean who knew?" He said with a smile. I don't know where we were, I didn't even care, all that I knew about was that I didn't want to be here with him, all that I wanted to was to be with my husband. The man I love, even if he is a sadist because not even him could be as ruthless and as bad as this man. I had so many things running in my mind but the biggest one of all was regret. I didn't give my husband a chance to explain himself, I shut him out and I shut him down before he could even tell me what he

"Please don't do this. I'll give you the divorce. I'll sign anything. Just let me live. Let me see my son grow up. Please." My husband paused with his hand on the door handle. For one moment, I thought I saw something human flicker across his face. Regret, maybe. Or guilt. Then it was gone. "Goodbye, Rachel," he said. "For what it's worth, you were a decent wife. You just weren't worth more than fifty million dollars." He left. I heard his footsteps fade down the hallway. Heard the elevator ding. Heard the sound of my world ending. The cold was unbearable now. My heart was racing and stuttering at the same time, like it couldn't decide whether to beat too fast or stop completely. My lungs bu

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, voice growing louder, harsher, “I am not going to get on my knees and beg you again, okay? I’ve already done that. I’ve apologised, I’ve begged, I’ve done everything.... everything to earn your forgiveness. And yet, you keep making it harder and harder and harder.” He pointed at me now, eyes wild. “I am your husband! I made a mistake....yes. But it’s done. I can't change what happened. Deal with it!” His voice echoed off the walls, sharp and angry. “I don’t know what you need.... a vacation? Rehab? Therapy? Whatever people do to ‘heal’ these days, go do it. But whatever it is you’re feeling right now, you need to deal with it.” He towered over me, speaking like I was nothing more th

After saying these words, Ophelia shook off his hand and turned to leave without hesitation. Greg was hurt by her words, and he felt great pain in his heart. Just the sentence “a man with two wives” was full of cynicism, and it was enough to make him feel heartbroken and regretful. He regretted not cherishing such a good woman that he had at home back then. Greg looked disheveled. His face was pale, and he stood in the ward in a daze, not knowing what to do.

he asked weakly. "What opportunity? Take care of your children? I'm ready to take care of all of them. I want five people too. Because, during the last 4 years the tests in my life have been more difficult than just caring for the child my husband cheats on." my tears have fallen The words I spat out don't match the wounds I received. It goes without saying how the wound was. I am so miserable and in torment. "Everything happens out of consciousness." he replied. "Why regret it. Your child is so beautiful. Why regret it." I'm shaking even more. My heart is torn apart. However, I do not want this man ever to share his life with other people.

“Everything. And she doesn’t want us anywhere near it.” There was silence for a moment. Then the stepmother’s expression hardened. “So what? We just let her shame this family name? Let her pretend she’s not one of us?” He looked at her, something bitter in his eyes. “She stopped being one of us the day we let her go.” His wife’s mouth twisted. “She’ll regret this.” But he shook his head, defeated. “No. We will.” Meanwhile, back in the penthouse, Karen stood by the window, staring out into the city lights.