My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

Joel was his student, and he was aware of Joel's feelings for Ciara. He told me I'd regret marrying Joel. At the time, I didn't take his advice seriously and thought that I would never regret my decision. I believed that I would eventually win him over with time. In the early years of our marriage, Joel was the perfect husband. He was thoughtful and always looked out for me. After I had our child, he was even more attentive. I felt so happy back then. But Joel transformed into a completely different person when my dad passed away, and Ciara returned to the country.

“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

He finally turned back to her, eyes dark, stripped of any warmth she had once imagined might belong to her. “I don’t love you,” he said. “I never did. And I never will.” The truth tasted like iron and regret. He saw her flinch, saw pride fracture into something sharper and more dangerous, but he didn’t stop. “You were cruel to my wife,” he said quietly. “And I let it happen.” His voice wavered for the first time. “That is something I will regret for the rest of my life.” He straightened, grief hardening into resolve.

"Don't even think about it." "The harder you try to get away from me, the tighter I'll hold on." Heat shot up my chest, hot enough that I almost screamed at him. And right underneath it came the bone-deep helplessness. This marriage was quicksand. I clawed and clawed to get out, and Lucas held on just to drag me back down. As long as he refused, I was never getting out. Rage nearly burned through me. I gripped Ethan's hand and tried to find something to hold onto, but my fingers were already going cold. I almost thought, let's both burn. Just burn it all down together.

She mocked, sticking out her tongue. My heart twitched. It was as though I was being crushed with a pestle. I felt like dying. Too much revelation in a day. My strength was leaving me. Why did Stewart do this to me? What have I done to deserve this? Grandfather who was supposed to help me was out of the country for his annual leave and vacation. I had nobody in this goddamn house. Can they just kill me so that everything will end? * Tears wouldn't stop sliding out of my eyes as I worked in the kitchen as a dishwasher. While my husband introduced Willow Collins as his fiancee and denied ever marrying another woman, I was busy cleaning dishes.