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

It wasn't until Christa tapped him lightly that he returned from whatever mental trip he had taken. “Ahem.” He cleared his throat, “So as I'm sure you all know, I went to court today with the intention of getting my son back from Marybeth, who is now my ex-wife.” He paused, his gaze landing on everyone as they stared at him, “But, that was not possible.” pause, “Because as it turns out, my son is dead. And he has been for a while now.” The room was quiet, for a moment at least, before everyone suddenly started talking at once, asking various questions. He raised his hand and they became quiet.

I said, my smile not leaving my face. For a moment, his expression darkened before he laughed—a sound that felt like nails on a chalkboard. “Precious, you say? You think he’s really going to love you? Wait until he finds out you’re barren, or how boring you are both in bed and in all areas of your life. Trust me, you’ll regret not taking me back, Alice. This guy? He’ll leave you high and dry.”

She added and I sighed. Stroking her hair as she relaxed against my chest, I tried to search deep into my soul for that regret, I’d just fucked my son’s ex-girlfriend and not just that, my son and I just had a falling out because of it but strangely, I felt nothing remotely close to regret. “I have never done anything I regret,” I responded as I lifted her face so that she was looking into my eyes, holding it captive. “And my only mistake, Octavia, was letting you go once. I’m not about to do it again.”

“Greg, Aaron’s decision is unfair, isn’t it? Snatching everything…” “That’s none of your business…” Greg murmured. “Besides, it concerns a man who has once destroyed you. Shouldn’t you be jubilating?” How could she jubilate? Why should she be happy about someone’s downfall? “Or is it because of the recent news that he didn’t have an affair during your marriage?” Greg drew her closer, tightening his arms around her. “Do you regret misunderstanding your ex-husband?” He emphasized the word ex-husband, his tone sharper.

I patiently wait for him to get the words together. “I want you to know that my divorce is final.” He says and I nod, not really sure what to do or say. “I have no residual feelings, regrets, questions or leftovers when it comes to my ex wife.” He says letting me go. He takes a few steps away from me and he looks nervous all of a sudden.

“My mom’s crying nonstop. My friends won’t answer my calls. People are digging up everything—my debts, my jobs, even old photos from school. They’re calling me a gold digger, a scammer, worse.” I forced my voice steady. “You’ll survive it.” His laugh was harsh. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve lived in this storm your whole life. Me? I’m drowning.” The words struck deeper than I wanted to admit. I moved around the desk, standing close enough to see the exhaustion in his face. “Do you regret it?” He blinked. “What?” “This marriage.” My voice was low, steady. “Do you regret it?” His eyes searched mine. “I didn’t choose it.”

But then a message popped. “I regret it everyday. I regret ever getting with Camille, I regret pushing my family aside. I am truly sorry, Diana. I know that nothing I say or do will bring our little Angel back, but I'm trying everyday to be a better man. Today is the last day you'll be my wife. I'm sending the divorce papers tomorrow. I've already signed my part. I want you to be safe. That's all that matters to me.” Has Nathan been possessed by a ghost?

“You deserve someone who stays. Someone who fights. Not someone who disappears and leaves you performing grief in public.” I lay back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “Why does it still hurt?” I whispered. “Because you never healed,” she replied. “You just paused.” I closed my eyes. And for the first time since last night, embarrassment gave way to something heavier. Regret. But for the fact that somewhere out there, a stranger now carried the weight of words meant for someone else. And worse… I did not even know his name. “You know what? I am done with you and your tragic heroine era. I sent your credentials to Blacktrone Company. Your interview is in two hours. So get up. Sho

“How would you feel if I were this close with anyone from my past?” I sat upright. “Grayson isn’t from my past. He’s in my present. We have kids together.” I reminded him in case he had forgotten. “Of course.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s always about the kids. You’ll always insert them whenever you’re trying to justify your actions.” My eyes darkened. “What did you just say to me?” I snorted. “At least I’m not denying that I have an ex-husband.” Zane let out a humorless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “So this is what this is about, huh? You still haven’t gotten over what happened that time? You still don’t believe that I had no idea who that woman was?”

Miss Grace shifted beside her, lowering herself onto the couch properly this time, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. “What happened?” she asked gently. Ava’s lips parted, then closed again. Her fingers curled loosely against her palm, then opened, then curled again. “It’s…” she started, then stopped, her gaze dropping from the ceiling to somewhere in front of her. Miss Grace didn’t interrupt. Ava drew in a slow breath, this one steadier, though it still carried the remnants of what had just passed. “My ex-husband,” she said finally, the words careful, like she was placing them down one by one. “He took a loan.”