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

“Look at you smiling already.” “I’m not smiling.” “You literally are.” I wasn’t. What did I have to smile about? Another knock sounded. “I have to go.” Lucy groaned loudly. “You’re ditching me for your ex-husband. I can’t believe this betrayal.” “You’ll survive.” “Barely.” I laughed softly. “Bye, Lucy.” “Bye. And remember what I said!” didn’t answer that. Instead, I hung up the call and took one quick glance at myself in the mirror before walking toward the door.

Another trait I admired. A pang of regret hit me at the thought of losing him, prompting a rare explanation. “Be good, darling. I forgot to mention—I have a husband. And now that he’s back, it’s not convenient to keep playing. So, we’re done. But I’ll always think of you.” With that, I walked away without looking back. As expected, no outburst followed. I knew he’d stay, finish the meal I’d ordered—dishes tailored to his tastes.

He leaned closer causing her to tilt her head back. ‘ What's he doing, why isn't he answering?’ she said impatiently in her mind. With his voice, dark, deep, and hoarse, he leaned closer and said, “ That I'll make your ex-husband…regret… You ever… existed.”

I knew I was only consoling us. He smiled sadly, “I can die in peace now, my child. I met you, my blood and got to spend a short yet great time with you. I have no regrets except I’d not see your ex-husband paying for what he had put you through. He didn’t wait for your divorce to be finalised and got engaged with his mistress.” He said with only hatred.

So the hearsays of him scaring off those men who showed their feelings towards me was true. “If I did not meet my ex-husband, Grayson would not be born. So no, I did not have any regrets.” What I regretted the most was forcing myself on my ex-husband who did not have any feelings at all. What I regretted was those times where I begged him to stay in my life and acted like a desperate bitch. His eyes darkened upon mentioning my ex-husband. "You're always defending your ex-husband." "And you make me feel like I am talking to your wife. Enough of this."

Instead, she just sat there, looking defeated. "I've always known he didn't love me," she said quietly. "Greg made that clear the night before he left. I felt worthless like I would never measure up or be enough for him or any man. But what hurt the most was realizing that he didn't care about his children - our children - because they came from me. He found a new wife, started a new family, and wanted nothing to do with us. I held onto the hope that he would change his mind one day; after all, you've met my kids. They're amazing little humans who have thrived despite everything. But now I know my ex-husband will never know them through no fault of his own," Rei's voice turned cold and angry

I don’t want to be… emotionally attached to him anymore, “Sky? I’m not hearing it.” “And you won’t, Farrow. I’m sorry, but it’s just… actually, no. I’m not sorry. We’re not together anymore, remember? Those words actually mean something and I can’t go around saying it to my ex-husband,” I bite out and I try to ignore the way everyone is suddenly super quiet. They’re very obviously listening my conversation, “So, goodbye. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hang up on him before he has a chance to respond and I regret it immediately, but I don’t let myself think too much about it.

Regrettably, I hadn't even appreciated it. And now, she's found solace in the arms of another man. The thought of their impending marriage keeps haunting my mind relentlessly. The divorce papers have been signed, leaving me with no rights or claims. I am now her ex-husband, a title that holds no joy for me. "I can't express how much I love you, Samantha," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "I yearn for your return, I ache for your presence," I sobbed, my tears flowing freely.

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

The kind of feeling that would be gone by morning. He was a man who trusted his own instincts. He'd built his company on them. He'd walked away from bad deals before the numbers confirmed it, and he'd been right every single time. So he couldn't explain , standing at that window, with a signed divorce folder on his table and Isabella's name glowing on his screen , why every instinct he had was saying the same thing. *You just made a mistake.* He picked up his phone. Typed back to Isabella. *It's done.* He hit send. Stood there waiting to feel like himself again. He was still waiting. …