My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

But I couldn't bring myself to admit it, so instead, I lashed out, hurling hurtful words in her direction. As I aimlessly drove through the city, a wave of regret washed over me. I couldn't help but feel remorse for my past actions. I should have listened to my heart, showered her with the love and attention she deserved. I should have been there for her during her darkest moments. And above all, I deeply regret losing her. Continuing my drive, I unexpectedly found myself in front of our old house. It held countless memories of our time together, the place where she became my wife. The urge to step out of the car and take one last glimpse of our former home was irresistible.

My entire body starts trembling, while my heart is hammering so loud it drowns out the buzz of the lights. He’s getting closer. And with every inch he takes, my lungs tighten. My past comes crashing into me like a tidal wave. The cold touch of unfamiliar hands. The burning sting of tears. “Don’t come any closer,” I croak, my voice cracking under pressure. “My husband will kill you.” That makes him pause. Just when I think I instill fear in him, he throws his head back in laughter like I just told the joke of the century. “Your husband?” he repeats, tilting his head. “Oh sweetheart, your husband’s probably sleeping just fine right now. Or maybe he’s still cozy with that little black head from

“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.

I lifted my son into my arms and walked away without looking back. That night, I dreamed of the typhoon from years past. In the dream, Alexander reached out to me, but I walked away. I awoke to find Zane watching me with concern. “Bad dream?” Shaking my head, I nestled against him. “No. Just a farewell.” I had finally let go of the past, and I was ready to embrace a bright future. Alexander would spend the rest of his rotting life in endless regret and madness. This was the ending he deserved the most.

Every word out of my mouth felt blocked by his icy certainty. Immediately, he finished saying what he wanted and… left me standing there, heart pounding, watching him drive off as if I were nothing. I stood there for a few minutes, not knowing where to go next, all his words ringing in my ears. He is right, though—I’m not his wife. I am just a money-lover, willing to do anything, even something dirty, for money. I watched his car leave before finally leaving myself. But I didn’t go home straight; instead, I went to a bar to have a drink and cool my head off.

I whispered, desperate to reach her. She ignored me, her focus on the intruders. The sound of the door closing filled the room, signaling their departure. I turned my attention back to Ivy. Her gaze remained lowered, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “I don’t want you to feel regret,” I murmured, my voice soft and earnest. “I’m not some random fuck. I’m your husband, the man you’re in love with. It would kill me to think you regret this.” Her eyes lifted to meet mine, glistening with unshed tears. “With the number of women you’ve taken to your bed, you very well could be a random man to me.”

“Are you deaf? I said let me see the disgusting face of the woman my husband has been cheating on me with. The woman who has so little self-respect that she would let a married man rough her up on a dirty, cold, floor.” “Melinda, that is enough!” Andrew spoke firmly. “You have no right to tell me what is enough, you cheating bastard! I have tried so hard to ignore it, letting you take me for a fool when you sneak out of the house, stay at work late because ‘something important’ came up and hide your phone when sending text messages.” Melinda said, voice hardening with each word. “It’s her right? The cheap whore you have been seeing.” Then Katelyn heard it, the unmistakable heavy footsteps of

His face was dark with anger as he said, “Emily, when did you become this jealous? You really disappoint me.” With that, he turned and left, giving me nothing but the cold line of his back. I watched him walk away without hesitation, and a chill slowly spread through my chest. Jealous? I sniffed and tried to hold back my tears, but the bitterness still seeped through every inch of me. In the eight years I had been married to Nathan, I had given everything I had. I stayed by his side when he started Nathan’s company from nothing. I built that life with him piece by piece.

My ignorance prompted me to divorce her for Nelly, but I was simply being imprisoned. Everything was a nightmare during the years I was without Serene; I had to compromise because I hoped Nelly would change her ways, but she just became worse by the day. I do not regret spending millions on her in a week; I simply regret making the wrong decision in the first place. I was still wondering if Serene and her son would ever forgive me. "Sir, calm down; you are thinking too much," George said, shaking my shoulder. "You will not understand, George; I am so depressed."