My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret Novels & Stories

After thinking for a while she picks up the phone. Natalia said angrily, "Why aren't you picking up the phone?" Ignoring her words, Bella asked, "Did Roger go to the hostel ?" Natalia, "Don't try to ignore me." Bella, "Mumma, first tell me, did Roger go to the hostel?" Natalia "Yes, Peter took him yesterday evening. Now tell me, what is this marriage?" Bella,"Mumma this marriage is necessary." Natalia, "Bella, I am your mother. If there was someone in your life, you could have told me."

“The old me was single-minded about stabilizing WS Group, obsessed with expanding it as quickly as possible. I wanted to prove myself to those founding shareholders who looked down on me and silence all the doubters. I admit, I was too competitive back then. My eyes were fixed only on the company and work, neglecting the person I should have cherished most… you.” “Truthfully, I think the old you was outstanding in every aspect except as a husband,” I said sincerely. “So don’t let our failed marriage make you dismiss everything else about yourself.” He smiled wryly. “Scarlett, you don’t need to comfort me. Back then I was either emotionally clueless or just too self-centered. Now I regret it.

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home. And regret will be the most important thing that I shall feel if I do not let the man that I call my husband, the man that I love if I do not allow this man to follow his dreams. He

He had repeated the cycle, not out of malice but from a deep-seated fear that had twisted his perception. In his mind’s eye, he replayed the moments he could have acted differently. He saw Lily's gentle smile, her eyes filled with hope and love, and he remembered the times she had reached out to him, only to be met with his coldness and doubt. He could see how he had turned away from her, not recognizing her as his wife, his partner, someone who deserved his protection and love, rather than his suspicion and pain.

I poked his chest with my index finger. I was going crazy! His audacity to think that his current actions could justify his past made me mad, and my breathing continued to grow ragged. My heart stiffened. "Are you going to unwrite how your wife, my step-sister, tried to harm my child!? Are you going to tell her and her mother not to fucking set me up!? You want to right every wrong!?" My throat fucking hurt. And yes, I was aware that I was making a scene, but I couldn't help it. My heart still hurts. That sentence that he uttered felt like scraping open an unhealed wound and watching it bleed out.

I loved him too much to risk upsetting him. Should I leave and give them some space? The thought crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. He was my husband, I had every right to be here. Still, I couldn’t help feeling foolish, like some desperate girl chasing after love. Damn it, Rose. Absentmindedly, my hand slipped, and the drink spilled across the table. I panicked instantly. “Rose, how much clumsier can you get?” my husband barked. His loud voice startled me, and I jumped to my feet, hurriedly wiping the table with my napkins.

Zach’s POV The moment the incense touched my lungs, I knew something was wrong. It was not suspicion, not guessing, but I Knew something was entirely wrong. I knew that I had married the devil himself. The realization didn’t come like a whisper; it crashed into me, sharp and merciless, dragging every memory, every ignored sign, every blind moment into a single suffocating truth. My chest tightened, but not from the smoke. It was from regret. "So this is what I get…" I thought bitterly, my jaw tightening as I kept my breathing shallow. "For sending my angel away."

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

His bloodshot eyes grew even redder, filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Kate! Look at me! You’re saying you don’t recognize me? I’m Max, your husband!” He pulled out a flower-shaped ring and tried to slip it onto my finger. “This is the wedding ring I designed for you. You promised you'd never take it off. I know I messed up before. I regret it all, Kate. Please come home with me. I swear, I’ll help you remember everything. Everything we had before…” His voice cracked with desperation. His regret felt real, and his eyes brimmed with raw emotion. However, I just stared at him—cold, distant, and completely wary.

I spit out, unable to accept the fact that my father, the man who, I thought, had the sun shining out of his ass, is a cold-blooded killer. “I wish I were, cupcake.” My father mutters with deep regret as he reaches for my hand. I take one step back, so I’m out of his reach, and I place my hand over my aching heart. “This house has suddenly become suffocating. Your secrets have been used as a weapon against me. You traded my life for another, like mine is worth less.” The words pour from my lips before I’m able to stop them. I sense my soon-to-be-husband walking through the door before I see him, and he glances around the room before his gaze falls on mine. His eyes narrow as he eats up the s