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

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.

she asked from the other end. "No, I can not hear you sweetie; you might as well end the call," I said in a cold tone. “Nelly, please hear me out. I just want to apologize, please," she begged in tears. "Apologize for what? Nora, I do not think I understand what you are talking about, so do not waste my time, OK," I replied, stunned. "Nelly, please, I am sorry. I should have listened, but I am sorry for making the biggest mistake of my life. Please forgive me," she said again, and I could not help but wonder what happened to her getting married to my ex.

Gritting my teeth against the blinding agony, I have my bags packed. Moments ago, my immigration papers had finally been approved. Clutching my luggage, I headed for the door, ready to make my escape to the airport. But the moment I pushed open the door, I came face to face with Vesper Corleone. Seeing my bruises and cuts, Vesper instantly broke down into a sobbing mess. "Are you really leaving? My uncle is already planning the wedding! How did you two suddenly fall apart?" I just shook my head. "I'm done playing house with him. We're finished."

If you can divorce me, why can't you come and see me? "I want to ask you if you regret divorcing me now that you can see how much I've accomplished, and if you regret abandoning me during the darkest time of my life!" I stood behind him, reading the comments that were cursing me and telling me to go and die. There was a lump in my throat, and I wanted to cry. I didn't regret divorcing Ansel, nor did I regret abandoning him. If I could go back in time, I would do the same thing.

" Ten years of love, wasted. So this was who he really thought I was. Around me, the boutique employees whispered and pointed. Their scornful stares felt like a thousand needles stabbing my nearly naked body. I looked at Lex and laughed softly. "Lex, so this is how you see me. There's something I forgot to tell you yesterday, but today's not too late. "Let's break up. Lex, the biggest regret of my life is ever having met you. From now on, your road is yours and mine is mine. The only connection between us is that you're my brother-in-law."

Standing on the wedding stage, I raised one hand in farewell to Julian. Goodbye to my ex-husband. Goodbye to my failed three-year marriage. Goodbye to the years I had wasted loving the wrong man. From that day forward, every road ahead of me was open. The End.

I could have said but instead I said; “I would take my leave now” he gave a polite nod and walked away instead That was enough conversation about my ex-husband, I didn’t want to hear it anymore.

He turned to me and smiled brightly, “I know we don’t look much alike anymore, but that’s just because she has aged.” I glanced at the wrinkle free dummy before I looked at Greg, not able to miss the look of expectation in his eyes. “It’s lovely to meet you, ma’am,” I choked out, struggling to keep my thoughts to myself. Greg scowled at the dummy, huffing slightly as he muttered in a barely audible voice, “no, Grandma. She is nothing like Lucy.” He must have seen the confusion on my face as he shrugged and said very nonchalantly, “Lucy was my ex wife. We had to let her go… she just didn’t fit.”

The caption was short and arrogant: "I only have to say one word, and he leaves you to come running to me. Give it up, sis. He has always been mine." I looked at the photo and calmly pressed "Delete." I didn't reply. I tossed the phone onto the bed and turned back to place my toiletry bag into the suitcase.

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.