My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

Yet, she is left with all but a broken hope and a bitter reality. “I took the greatest regret that I ever think off from my cruel life to which I choose, yet I was caught in surprise and realize I was the stupid one from all, for the greatest regret is not my life, but when I fall deeply in love with you.” Taken by lies and his regret she is caught to the eyes that are so cold, cold as it can be. The cold eyes he had then, the cold eyes she’s seen before, and the cold eyes that froze her painful heart back then turn to the polar opposite now.

I gasped and curled inward as much as I could, sobbing quietly while my stomach throbbed violently. Even through the pain, a stupid, desperate part of me still clung to hope. *Peter… please come home. Please see what she’s doing to me.* I hated myself for thinking it, but I couldn’t stop. He was still my husband. Some broken piece of my heart refused to let go of the idea that he would walk through that door and stop this. Cerene noticed the look on my face and smirked. “Still hoping he’ll save you?” she asked, climbing off the bed. “How cute. He’s been mine for a long time, Caro. You were just too blind to see it.”

"Tracy, give us a minute. Wait downstairs." "Of course, Rex," Tracy purred. She looked me up and down, taking in my pale face and messy appearance, then walked past me with a mocking smile. The door clicked shut behind her. I stared at my husband. The man I had given everything to. "Nothing to explain?" I demanded. "I'm your wife, Rex! I've been sick for months, and you couldn't spare an hour because you were busy getting back together with your ex?" Rex opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick folder. He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine.

She closed the door behind her, leaving Michael alone in the hallway, his hand still resting on the doorframe as he stared at the spot where she had stood. Michael leaned his head against the cool wood of the door, the regret settling in his chest like a stone. He had wanted to make things right, to bridge the gap between him and Wanda, but now it felt wider than ever. The past he thought he had moved on from was still there, lurking in every corner, pulling him back just when he thought he was free. And as he stood there, the echoes of Martha’s words and Wanda’s pained expression played over in his mind, a reminder that some mistakes were harder to outrun than others.

“If someone asked me what first love is, I would think it’s a nightmare. I regret why I wanted to get to know you back then. You became my light during my younger days, so I treated you like family. For more than ten years, I gave what I could. Whether it was you or your family, I let all of you take and request anything from me. I only got married after you went missing for a few years. “Initially, it was just a contractual marriage with my wife. However, I gradually fell in love with her the more we spent time together. After that, you came back, and I felt guilty toward you. In order to thank you, I was always the first to lend a hand whenever you had a problem. But I didn’t know my actio

He didn’t have a fight in him, like he sensed how broken I was. I left everything by the door then sat on the couch alone, listening to the rain pelt the windows behind me. My heart was a tundra of snow, cold and dead. My husband wanted to sleep with other people, and the man who’d wormed his way into my heart had done it with mal intent. It was all just a game to him, and I’d fallen right into his trap. I’d opened my heart to him, but what he’d really wanted was for me to open my legs. Open my legs so he could claim my land in his name, so my husband could see it.

It was the only thing that kept me going even when I was in mourning and now everything was going to go down the drain, all because of a cold hearted human being, who was my husband! How dare he!

No matter what I did or how I tried, I was never able to touch his heart. Our marriage was never just ours. She was always there, haunting every silence, every memory, every inch of space between us. He refused to let her go, while I suffered silently because the man I loved, the man I was married to, loved someone else and hated me. Tears fill my eyes, but I rub them away. I was tired of crying. Tired of chasing after a man that didn’t want me. So instead, I step into the room before Rowan can respond, my voice calm, but my chest feels like it’s cracking open. “That’s enough, Noah.”

" 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