My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

“Wendy, as long as you cooperate with treatment, I’ll do whatever you want. Please, I just want a chance to make it up to you.” When Matthew learned that I had refused treatment, he knelt in front of me and kept slapping himself as a sign that he was regretting his mistakes. I just found this scene hilarious. “You’ll do whatever I want?” “Yes. Whatever it is, as long as you receive treatment. Henry is already gone, and I really don’t want to lose you as well.” Matthew held my hand as if he saw hope. “Alright. Then, go and die,” I said calmly. As I looked at Matthew, I no longer had any of the love I had for him in my eyes, only hate. I hated him for lying to me and Henry for eighteen years a

I didn't want to be trapped in this marriage that could break apart at any moment. Nor could I accept my husband waiting on someone else. A cold smile played on his cool lips. "I won't allow it." "Does it matter?" I felt utterly exhausted. "Acting like this will only make me look down on you." "I don't care!" Suddenly, he raised his voice, exuding a paranoid and belligerent air. "As long as you're the lady of the Frost family, Grandpa can rest in peace!" His intensity startled me, and I instinctively stepped back. "Ryan..."

She ran a thriving interior design firm, her name known and respected in the business world, and to the outside world, she was the picture of confidence and contentment. But behind her calm smile, Elara carried a heavy burden. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the man who had once been her world: Kian Vance. The man who had been her husband, her partner, her everything—until he had turned cold, distant, and cruel. One day, without warning, he had filed for divorce, stripped her of the assets they had built together, and told her in a voice as cold as ice: “You are not worthy of being my wife. Leave my life and never return.”

"She's tried several times to leave the house to look for Noah." My voice began to shake. The memory still haunted me. "Once, she nearly got hit by a car while chasing what she believed was our son." I swallowed against the bitter lump in my throat. Even remembering it made me feel sick. "That's why I had no choice but to lock the house." Saying those words made me feel like a terrible husband. Guilt weighed heavily on my chest. I rubbed my face wearily. Exhaustion clung to every part of me. "Sometimes she tries to force the windows open. Sometimes she pounds on the doors."

But instead, I stumbled upon something that wasn't supposed to be there. I couldn't speak at first. The words lodged in my throat, choking me. I couldn’t understand how we had gotten here. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. How could he do this to me? To us? I didn’t even look at Ophelia. I couldn’t. She was nothing to me. She always had been. It was him. Zeke. My husband. The man who I had built my life around, the man I thought I knew better than anyone. Bastard. How could he soil our marriage like this?

His fingers traced lazy patterns on my arm. "You okay?" "I don't know," I admitted. "I just cheated on my husband with his father. Multiple times. In his childhood bedroom." "This isn't my childhood bedroom. I bought this house after the divorce." "That doesn't make it better." He tilted my chin up, making me look at him. "Do you regret it?" I searched my feelings. Guilt was there, definitely. But regret? "No." "Good." He kissed my forehead. "Because I meant what I said. I'm not done with you. Not even close."

He was breathing heavily. "The past four days have been an absolute living hell! You ignore me, walk away from me, treat me like I am a piece of dirt on the floor... it is draining the life out of me! I am losing my mind, Evelyn! My wolf is screaming in my head every second because he cannot reach you!" He took some steps toward me until he was standing just inches away. He looked down at me, his gray eyes swimming with agony and genuine regret. "I know I was a terrible husband," he shouted, his voice cracking with tears.

Was he sorry for treating her wrong now that he has found out her true identity, or was he sorry for ever treating her wrong even if her identity was not known? He wiped his tears and looked at Rosy, his eyes were red and puffy. Rosy wondered if he had been crying in the car. “Rosy, for… for… for every wrong thing I have done to you.”He stuttered. “Don't you think you should list them out? I would like to know,” Rosy glanced at him. “For not loving you as a husband, for not being there when you needed me, for my coldness toward you, and for.. for. Cassandra,” he wailed.

Then, out of nowhere, a bitter, mocking laugh escaped his lips. "I felt guilty when I found out you were at the hospital," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I blamed myself for staying away from home for so long, for leaving you to raise our child alone. I didn't know who was sick, but no matter who it was, it would've been hard for me to bear." He paused, his voice lowering as if to feign regret. "I even canceled several meetings to rush here, planning to apologize to you." His expression darkened. "But what do I walk into? This scene. Mariah, how could you be so shameless?"

"I know you're the reason why the divorce has lingered for this long. You still love Jayden. You just can't bring yourself to let him go, yet you are sleeping around with top men in business to earn recognition and awards." I forced a smile. And resisted the urge to slap her. "I'm still better than you. You were sent abroad to study, but you returned with nothing to show for it. After spending years there, whoring around, you're here to shove a child down the throat of Jayden. And the foolish man wouldn't even think for himself." I saw Jayden and Fred approaching. "Says someone who would stoop so low, to the point of hurting herself and causing the death of her baby because she believes it'l