My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

“This is from Mrs. Roth. It’s to repay the thirty-dollar meal you treated her to ten years ago.” It was a check for thirty thousand dollars. While it was enough for him to survive, it also served as a verdict that declared all his struggles futile. This mercy cut deeper than any revenge. Alexander stared at the check, and then at the distant sight of me embracing Zane. Suddenly, he burst into manic laughter, which eventually turned into sobs. In the end, he curled up on the ground like a broken cur left to die in the gutter. ... Zane and I boarded a plane to a private island for our honeymoon. Outside the window, the clouds churned like waves in the ocean. I rested my head on his shoulder as

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.”

" Hamdan's senses were overwhelmed by many unidentified emotion. Raging between ecstasy to worry. Then from excitement to anxiety. It was about time he up his game. To think that she went to raid the mafia's liar in her condition! What was she thinking? He took in a deep breath and went back to check on the woman whose name has permanently taken over his heart. She had conquered and meticulously ensured that there would be no space for anyone else. The man went to his wife's bedside and held onto her hand with one of his own while the other rested on her womb. Sitting on the only chair near the bed, he laid his head on her womb with his ear directly over her uterine area. "You know love, I h

“Talk to Collins? How? The man won't even look at me. I tried to be a father figure to him, but he rejected me every time. He even accused me of having a hand in your husband's murder.” “Enough!” I snapped. “Don't mention my late husband. Every time I think about him, I regret not taking my own life the day he was assassinated.” Amos wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. Silence filled the living room. “Let me turn on the television. Maybe it'll help take your mind off everything.” I said nothing. All I could think about was separating Collins from that woman. I couldn't afford to look like a fool in Rachel's eyes. I had to keep my promise.

She picked it up and walked away before I could even explain myself. Her calls are more important than me and she doesn't fail to brush me like I'm nothing to her. My head nods in deflect acceptance with my knuckles squeezed tightly resisting the urge and the anger to hit something. My dear loving wife doesn't even give me an audience. Our marriage is in shambles. At the point of both anger and humiliation bestowed upon me by my wife. My phone rang. The light lightened up my screen, the caller Mr James Turner. Probably it's time not to ignore him anymore, it's time to do the things I love instead of chasing shadows.

Instead, she said, “Regret is only useful if it changes the person carrying it.” Then she opened the door. And walked out. Leaving him alone again. But this time, something was different. Because as she stepped into the hallway, her heartbeat refused to settle. And for the first time since their divorce— She wasn’t entirely certain which of them was in greater danger.

When his father died, when we got married, and we lost our first pregnancy. Of course he would cry, for someone to see his beloved wife in that filthy mess with some random guy is the most degrading and humiliating thing a wife could ever do to her husband. No doubt, I know Ethan loves me, he was the perfect husband any woman would ever want. He’s handsome, successful, romantic and most especially faithful. And now he’s crying because of me, because he thought I had betrayed him in the worst way possible. “Don’t,” he choked out. “Don’t lie to me right now.”

Finally, he pressed the phone against his chest as if he could steal back a fraction of her lingering warmth. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he had lost his red rose forever. The most dazzling rose that had once bloomed wildly in his life was shattered by his own hands. But perhaps… this was his ultimate fate. Vincent would spend the rest of his days drowning in solitude and longing, paying penance for a sin that could never, ever be washed clean.

"You are trying your best to hurt me. After so many years, I have treated you wholeheartedly yet you are secretly trying to seduce Wills . You know how much I hope for a child, but you still viciously killed my child. Even though I know you are wrong, I still stand up for you. I thought that as long as I work hard, you will eventually see my sincerity, but you? You haven't forgotten what you said to me, have you? I am a cripple... Do you know how vicious your words are? Huh?" "Then... Those were all words spoken due to anger, how can they be counted? "Cathelina Bright shook her head." You're my husband, how can you … "When did you ever think of me as your husband? Cathelina Bright, you were