My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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.

"I was tricked… That bitch lied to me! I have nothing to do with her, and that baby isn't even mine. Please forgive me. Let's get married again. We should remarry!" It was disgusting to see him looking so pathetic while begging me. "It's too late, Casey." I took a step back and looked at him coldly. "There was no longer anything between us the moment you signed those papers. As for your happiness at becoming a father, well, that's your business. Don't come crying to me."

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.

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.

I’ll call the hospital right now—we can arrange the surgery immediately. Every gaze in the room snapped to Winter. She took a slow breath and stood. "Let me introduce you guys to my ex-husband," she said calmly. "He's the one who took the heart meant for my dad, all because his mistress had mild myocarditis." The room erupted. "How shameless!" "Ruining his own father-in-law's chances of survival for a lover? Disgusting!" "Is he from Harbor City? Why's he showing his face around here?"

He never loved her. He never chose her. And he never believed she could leave. For three years, Elena played the perfect wife to Adrian the cold, powerful billionaire who married her only because their families demanded it. She cooked for him. Waited for him. Supported him and loved him quietly. But Adrian never treated her like a wife. His family constantly humiliated her, while his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, slowly found her way back into his life. The final blow comes when Elena discovers Adrian is planning to publicly announce Sophia as the woman he wants by his side. That night, Elena removes her wedding ring and places it on the table. “I’m done begging for a pl

“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.