My Ex-husband Regret: I' M Done Ex! Novels & Stories

he reached out to grip my trembling hands. “I want you to know, babe, that's not true. Let go of your past. The hold it has on you is shaky, and you can let it fly now. Your past means nothing. You have a very beautiful future ahead of you.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting his words wash over me. He was right. The past can't hurt me anymore. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. “Thank you. I'm sorry. I just feel so out of sorts. One minute I'm elated, another minute I'm second guessing everything that happened. It's exhausting,” I groaned, leaning back into the couch.

It was going to be very beautiful stuff to watch when I was finally done with his son. "Are you done with your disturbance? I could bet that you get a kick out of it. I am not cut out for stuff like this. There's a reason I separated from my ex-wife, you won't send me back to that spot. If we can't converse like decent human beings then we are going to have a lot of problems. Now I'm going to tell you this for free... We are only going to have this conversation once, finalize things and kickstart it." He declared its terms and conditions.

he said, then heaved a sigh. “Go on,” I said. “Tell me why you regret our marriage,” I added. He looked at me, his brown orbs filled with hurt. "I've told you before... I don't regret our marriage, and I have never regretted getting married to you... not even once," he explained. “Then, what is it? Sex today was amazing,” I said. “No, it wasn’t, or yes, it was at least; for you. Sex, these days feels like a chore and I’m getting tired, Layla.”

he declared, his expression devoid of humour at this moment. For a second, I would have thought he was joking, but he wasn't. He meant every word he said to me. He had no regrets, he was bold to say every word. “We have been married for five damn years, Caleb!” I groaned bitterly. “Doesn't it make sense to you? I had to give up working as a woman and so much just to be with you, and now you suddenly want a divorce because that same ex who left you dry and low came running to you with a child?” I snapped at this moment, my irritation evident as I bit hard on my lower lip.

I did not dare to be loud anymore, “You wouldn't dare.” “Why wouldn't I? I am your husband, remember. You were the one who fought to marry me.” I looked away, refusing to look at him, “It was a mistake and I deeply regret it.” “There is no use regretting this now.” He got off me and corrected his suit, “What done is done.”

Then finally, he said, “She’s my ex.” The word landed harder than I expected, simple and clear but it didn’t feel simple because nothing about this felt simple. Before I could say anything, he leaned forward slightly, his voice firm now. “But we’re done.” I blinked. “And we’re not getting back together ever,” he added quickly.

He sniffed, and stared at my face for a long time before saying anything. "If you had stayed there for long, then you'd have even gotten sadder and more miserable. The call I received that day was from my ex wife. She was telling me that she was packing her things out of the house, even before the divorce was finalized." He said and his eyes dropped. He was sadder than he wanted to admit.

I noticed his jaw tightened, and his his fists clenched at his sides. “But let me make something really clear,” I continued. “If there’s anything I’ve been to you, to this marriage, it’s being loyal. I poured my everything into us, into making sure this marriage worked, into making sure we got our happily ever after like we wanted. But it’s so unfortunate that it’s been cut short. Do I regret falling in love with you? No, I don’t. Do I regret marrying you? No, I don’t. Do I regret thinking about spending forever with you? Of course not. But I regret shrinking myself and deluding myself into thinking that I needed to give you more time, into thinking that maybe you’d come around eventually. I

They left the party without another glance back. The music resumed as if nothing had happened. Leah leaned in and whispered, “I’ll wait for you over there,” before slipping away. And then it was just me—and Jackson. I hated bringing up pieces of my old life. Especially not here, in front of someone I barely knew. “Sorry about that,” I said quietly. “My ex-husband is a bit of a…” I faltered, unsure how to describe the years of manipulation, betrayal, and regret in one word.

“Did you read the texts?” I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. “How do you even have the nerve to say the word 'remarriage'? You’re the one who told me not to regret the divorce. Now you’re the one doing the regretting? That’s rich.” “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have...” “Stop,” I cut him off cold. “The only reason I’m still standing here is to make one thing crystal clear. Whatever your angle is, the answer is no. Forever no.”