My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

Instead, I became a shadow in my own home, invisible unless needed for some menial task. But the true heartbreak came when Liam, my husband, learned the truth. I'll never forget the look in his eyes—disgust mingled with a cold calculation that chilled me to the bone. "Liam, please," I begged one night, reaching for him. "Twenty-five years of memories, our love, our child—does none of that matter?"

“Look, Rach, Darius is your husband now; he deserves to know how much of a threat Andrew is being. He must handle his nephew before we take serious action. “But you know that can’t be possible, not after we get the stolen shares. Dad had specifically warned me, and you know I had let him down once by marrying Andrew; I don’t want to do that again…. I owe him this much, I reason. “You’re right, but I can’t help but want—“ She is cut off by her phone ringing. I walked to the bathroom, deciding to freshen up. As I turned on the shower, the warm water cascading on my body, my lips quivered as I broke into sobs. I miss Andrew so much that it hurts. I miss the man he used to be, the one I fell in

The hell he never wanted to ever show a woman, specially the one he's married to but the deception killed the very warm feelings inside his heart. This pich dark despondent night forecasted the very beginning of unseen cruelty his husband was about to offer her pious body and mind, making sure to leave her crying each night in pain...

He shrugged, “Not a bad idea. I am already your husband and automatically, the stepfather to the children.” “I regret it.” I cried, “I regret everything.” I held his gaze and said, “I regret the day I met you. I regret listening to you and letting you manipulate me into believing your lies. You took advantage of my need and desire, you deceived me just to fulfil whatever disgusting motive you have.” Tears filled his eyes but I did not stop. I needed him to feel the pain he was causing me. “I curse you, Myron, I curse every moment I spent with you. I curse your very existence and I wish you'd just drop dead!”

Her sobs came in sharp, uneven gasps as the venomous words of the man she had once given her heart to echoed in her mind, relentless as a cruel melody. *“I regret meeting you. I regret marrying you—even if it was only on paper, even if it was for revenge.”* The memory of his voice was a knife, twisting and tearing through her already shattered heart. She had believed in him, in the love she thought they shared. Every touch of his hands had felt like a symphony, every word a promise of a future together. She had abandoned everything for him—her career, her family, even her carefully guarded independence—only to be left here, kneeling in the cold rain, her body wracked with sobs. He was the re

My heart wouldn't stop thumping so fast as I took each steps till I got to the room, I opened it wide and it was just like I had predicted, the sight of it made my heart ache as it felt like everything inside of me was burning in rage. He had done it again, Haynes Chadwick had done it over and over again! Fucking another woman on our matrimonial bed when he had never even touched me. It doesn't surprise me anymore; the fact that my own legally married husband is a womanizer who doesn't even care about my feelings and how heart wrenching it is for me to always enter this room to meet him in this position.

“You are right. I think I’ve been a coward for far too long. I’ve let my inability to stand up to them, to shape my life and because them, I made the worst decision of my life.” The knot in my stomach tightens and with dahlia keenly staring at me, I don’t let her speak. “If I haven’t married marigold, there wouldn’t have been news of nude photos of my wife flying around.” I spit the last part Harshly, unable to contain my anger and hatred towards marigold. “And to think, they are the reason I lost my first son!” I regret spitting it As I notice dahlia’s reaction. Instantly blood drain off her face, something like rage and hurt flashing in her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all of it. For ignoring you. For choosing Taylor’s comfort over yours. For making you feel like you were nothing. For telling you to leave when you were carrying our son. I regret it every single day. I was selfish, I was blind and I threw away the best thing I ever had because I was obsessed with control. I hurt the woman I love so badly without even realizing it.” He swallowed hard, his voice trembling. “It hurts me too… knowing that scar is still carved in your heart. It hurts knowing I destroyed something beautiful. We could have had a real marriage. I could have come home to you every night, held you, listened to you, made love to you like you deserved. I co

I glowered at him but more than that, I was so embarrassed because I had jumped his bones that night and ended up marrying him because of it too. I stood up from the seat, wanting to be alone. "Baby, baby, I am sorry!" He followed suit, grabbing my hand and holding me in place. "I am sorry I believed him then. I didn't know you loved me then, and then very recently I found out what kind of an asshole Trent is. You are not the gold digger. He is." "He knew I liked you," I murmured. "What?" Now, my husband was starting to see red. "That motherfucker-"

How could she possibly go back to the hell she had managed to escape from after everything she had suffered? She fixed him an icy stare, her angry gaze unrelenting. Desmond, sensing Freya's unyielding mood, went on. “I agree, I was sick in the head, a despicable maniac who had the audacity to hit his wife and only son. I was a fool. Your departure brought me back to my senses and made me realize how much I had failed as a husband. And now, all I'm asking for is a second chance. A second chance to prove my love to you. A chance to redeem myself. Is that too much to ask? Huh? Freya?”