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

Katelyn forced a reassuring smile because for some reason, the countdown that once excited her, now made her heart tight. “So, you don’t have to worry about me.” “Why leave the city? The divorce is not your shame to carry.” Ashton argued. Katelyn smiled, a sad one this time as she looked out through the floor-to-ceiling window of the cafe as if already bidding her goodbyes to the quiet world outside of it. “There’s nothing for me here, anymore.” Only pain, regrets and bitterness. “What about me?” Ashton brought her attention back to him, “I am here now, Kate. And I want to make up for all the years I wasn’t.”

“Because last time I checked…” I stood up. “…we were divorced.” The word hung in the air. “Four years, Tristan,” I added, my voice rising now. “ It has been four years.” His hands clenched slightly at his sides. “You’re my ex-husband,” I continued. “Not my husband.” There was silence. “You regretted it? Didn't you?” I scoffed. “Good for you. His eyes darkened. “But that doesn’t give you any right over me,” I said, my voice firm now. “Not anymore.”

That question again. Always too late. Lena finally looked up. “Because I wanted one thing in my life untouched by legacy.” Her voice was steady. “You.” The word hit him harder than any accusation. She held his gaze. “And I was wrong.” Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Regret settling like dust. Then she walked past him. But just before reaching the door, she stopped. Without turning back, she said: “The tragedy isn’t that you divorced me, Sebastian.” A pause.

I smiled and walked to the sofa in his living room to lie on it. I took out my phone and sent Chris a message. "Remember to say you love me earlier next time." After sending the message, I locked my phone and waved my hand at James, Nova, and Brenda. "Goodbye, my ex-husband. I hope that you'll dream of me every night from today onwards." With that, I closed my eyes and my world became dark.

His eyes met mine and he nodded. "Yeah, both. I was clouded by my anger, and I was fighting myself and so I'm fucking sorry for fucking up your life with what I did. I’ve already begun working on tracking down this ex of yours and once I have… you can return home." "Got it." I felt as if I had been thrown into a pool of icy water. "So, since you regret it all, I guess you regret fucking me too." I spat feeling my anger rising. "No. Why should I regret that?"

Samuel Burke said conspiratorially. He sounded like he did not think it was me we were talking about. My heart protested, and so did my head when it shook involuntarily. “She can’t. I love her.” I said, as if the admission could change Pepper’s mind. With this realization, I was awash with regrets. It was indeed true that regret comes too late. I had never known how much I loved my ex-wife until she was gone. All the years we were married, I was so confident about her love for me. I did not realize that she would get tired and eventually leave me.

Some things, once chosen, should not be regretted. That madam later made a scene at her ex-husband's wedding. Her ex-husband said to her calmly, "When I married you, I tried hard to make myself like you. Even if you didn't do anything and disliked me, I never complained because you were my wife. I did everything I could and had no regrets towards you. But now, I have found a woman who loves all of me. Please don't disturb my life anymore. When I lived with you, I had a clear conscience towards you."

"Dressed up to celebrate our divorce? You look happy." I nodded. "New life, new me. Of course, I'm happy." Before we parted ways with each other, he stopped me. "Can we go back to how it was? I swear I won't..." "No way!" I cut him off. No one tripped in the same ditch twice. He nodded, giving up, and walked away with a heavy heart. He knew there was no fixing this. As I got in my car, I heard him scream, "Iva, I regret it. I lost you!"

But that didn’t mean he’d leave me alone. So although he had nothing to tell me, the moment I turned my phone back on his name lit up on my phone screen once more. I flipped it over and focused my attention back onto Joanna. “Who’s that?” She asked. “My ex-husband.” I said quickly cutting at my dinner so I could distract myself, “I don’t think he regrets anything. He just gets annoyed when he doesn’t get what he wants.” “He’s very persistent.” She mused. “Very.” I agreed without emotion.

His head on my shoulder. TV on mute. My face on every channel. “Comeback Queen Takes Down Billionaire,” one headline. “Ex-Wife Exposes 6-Month Plot,” said another. I turned it off. “You okay?” Ethan asked. He was stronger now. Sitting up on his own. I thought about it. About the email. The court. The camera. About David in jail, probably watching this and breaking things. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m better than okay. I’m done being afraid.”