My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

He laughed, gently touched her hand, and whispered the sweet words that once made me fall in love. I wanted to scream, wanted to express the pain that was so piercing. However, my voice seemed to be swallowed by the darkness of the night. Suddenly, my husband turned his head and looked straight at me. His once loving eyes were now cold and unfeeling. I felt as if my heart had stopped beating.

Measured. A hollow laugh left me before I could stop it. “Evidence?” I repeated. “Do you think I am blind, or do you still believe you can manipulate me?” Her jaw tightened, irritation flashing through her grief. “What did you expect me to do?” she demanded, her voice rising. “Let everything fall apart? Let our family be destroyed over another man’s son?” The words hit something deep and violent inside me. “That ‘another man’s son’ was my husband,” I said, my voice low but shaking with restrained fury. “He was a child who was drowning. Someone who wanted to end his life.”

I say shakily, my life flashing before my eyes. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you. The only thing that pains me is that your bitch of a wife isn’t here to burn with you. Oh, that would have been something,” she says, chuckling to herself like a lunatic, and something feral roars inside me. “I’ll make you regret this,” I promise, and I don’t think the words register to Gwen as she releases the lit lighter in her hand, but I wish it did. I really do.

"Probably off somewhere causing trouble. I never should have bonded with a human." I listened to him say these things, standing right over my body, and felt the last warmth inside me go cold. Damien, I didn't choose to stay away. I can't come back anymore. Your defiant human wife died the night you left me alone in the wilds. My body is right here in front of you, carrying the child you refused to believe in.

She muttered and I scoffed. “He could be amazing and all those things you mentioned, but he didn’t pass as a husband. He’s a cheat, not only that, he brings her home and does it with her on our bed while I watch,” I muttered, now trying to hold back tears that I had successfully held several minutes back. Saying it out was more painful I guess. Cleaning my eyes, I raised my head to see Mrs. Ivy’s mouth opened wide agape and her brows raised. “You don’t mean that Hazel. That’s wickedness. How could he do that to a woman?” She muttered, her voice disappointed and pained.

I started to say, sitting up and pulling the sheets to my chest, but he cut me off with a harsh, barking laugh. ​"Help me? You trapped me into a marriage I never wanted by playing the hero, and now you’ve drugged me in my own house just to make sure your spot in this family is secure," he sneered, reaching for his shirt and throwing it on with jerky, angry movements. "You are the most calculating woman I have ever met, and I want you out of my sight before I say something we both regret. Don't think this night changes anything, it only makes me despise you more."

He made their relationship seemed so weak that now the same woman who loved him more than anything doesn’t even want to see his face. Was his love so weak that he didn’t even try to hold her back? To fight for his sister and let her fight for her brother together. The egoist man a year ago was now nothing but a broken helpless one. His body fell on the floor as he curled up in a ball. Soon he heard heard thunderstorm making the windows of the hallway cackle furiously. The wind howled loudly telling him how lonely he is. “I am sorry. I am so sorry my child. Your father failed you. I am sorry.” He mumbled palming his head as he cried loudly. The regret of being the reason of his ex-wife’s misc

It's no wonder if Nathalie didn't have any recollection about the sweet moment of the two of them because of his cold treatment towards her during their marriage years. Now, Nigel can't pull even one good memory to say that he's once a good husband to her. About her said one-sided love, he can't say anything about it. "I admit, I was wrong..... If... if I could turn back the time...." The bar went pin-dropped silent and the situation became seriously awkward. Nobody wanted to disturb the moment, they could only glance to each other. They couldn't even make a rustling noise while the others barely breathing, they look back and forth at the two.

I lifted my head locking my eyes with Cherry who smirked at me before turning and heading out Tears slid down my cheeks, humiliation flooding my veins as I stared at my husband "Kaden, what is all this? What did I do to you to deserve all of this? Was loving you a crime? You left me after your father's burial, and now you are back after a week, moving in with your mistress, and what was she saying about a baby? What the hell is going on, Kaden!" Kaden's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, but was quickly wiped away, his expression hardening as he pulled his hand away from mine making me stumble backward

That same cologne—one I used to love, one that once brought me comfort. I hate how my body reacts. How my heart betrays me. I push against him, struggling to break free. "Let me go, Adrian!" "Not until you listen," he says, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. I finally manage to shove him back, glaring. "I'm married," I hiss. "I shouldn’t be anywhere near you. I don't want my husband to get mad." Something flickers in his eyes—anger, pain, regret, something I don’t want to see. He swallows hard before speaking. "I'm sorry."