My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

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.”

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 wanted him to join me on my bed tonight and give me that sweet relief he stripped me of by his cold dismissal. If I couldn't have his heart, let me have his body. The theory in itself was too filthy even for someone who had in fact sold themselves for the money that came with being his wife. I leaned forward and twisted the knob, the water dying and the thoughts calming down in my head. Having him close again wouldn't miraculously make us a romantic couple. I would still be a gold digger in his eyes and his bad boy personality will still make me repulse from trusting my own husband.

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.

He said, his voice unusually soft. I nodded and went on to clean my dripping hair. To my amusement, he came closer to where I sat. I looked up at him and his face was soft—too soft to be the man I used to know. And when I looked deeper, I could swear it was guilt I saw flashed though his eyes. My heart began beating faster. Was my husband coming back to me as supposed? Was this a sign that my marriage would work? As he locked his eyes with mine, my heart began pounding hard against my chest—it was overwhelming, at the same time exciting.

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."

Lucas blurted out. Kate flung his hands away. “what gives you the right to touch me like that? Would you like to be sued for harassment?” Kate yelped out. She suddenly scoffed, “Husband you say? Aren’t you going too far now? First, you called me a name I don’t know and now you’re my husband? Are you that desperate to go to jail?” Kate snapped. Tara hurried foward after hearing that “I’m sorry ma’am. He made a mistake…his memories are rather foggy,” Tara said softly, slipping her arm through Lucas’s.