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

“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.”

"You’re my everything, Niana. I’m so sorry I won't be able to make the dinner you booked tonight. Something urgent came up out of town. I have to go for our future, for the sake of the company while it's at its peak." A pang of disappointment throbbed in Niana's chest, but she swallowed it down. As the wife of a successful businessman, she was used to his unpredictable schedule. "I understand. Drive safely." "I promise I’ll be back as soon as the business is wrapped up," Sean whispered in her ear before pulling away as his phone rang loudly. He seemed in a rush, grabbing his blazer and briefcase, never noticing that his silver laptop was still sitting open on the vanity, still powered on.

“I don’t mind at all.” I looked at him, taking a few seconds to process what he said. What just happened was chaotic. It was embarrassing and unsettling for me. “Um, sorry, I said that because… well, you know he’s my ex-husband.” Raven simply nodded in response. I clenched my hands even tighter. “I just wanted to make him give up faster,” I said, letting out a breath. “Sorry for involving you, Raven.” I regret dragging him into my problems. It could make our relationship awkward.

He giggled, "I thought you said you could live without me? Are you regretting all you said at the hospital and want to beg me not to leave you?" In my head, I kept repeating "YES" to his question while digging nails into my skin so that I could keep my sanity intact and remind myself not to fall for the stupid ideas running in my mind. I wanted to tell him that I regretted every statement I made at the hospital and beg for his mercy. I wished he could tear the divorce papers and tell me he could not leave me. I wished he could look into my eyes and profess his undying love to me. "Well, there is nothing we can do about this anymore. I have endured your shit and dirt for three years. I don't

But reality proved that forcibly getting something sweet doesn't make it taste any better. Those who care didn't need to be told, and those who didn't care wouldn't learn. Ryan fell silent for a moment, his slightly hoarse voice trembling softly, "I'm sorry." ‘Sorry?’ I had lost count of how many times I heard him say that. I blinked and finally managed to speak lightly. "It's okay." It had always... been okay. He was just an ex-husband. Life gradually returned to normal. Jane and I kept looking at office buildings non-stop.

All the hopes and dreams I had come crashing down around me, their sharp shards piercing my already wounded soul. I smile even though all I want is to cry and mourn. Mourn because I know his radiant smile isn’t aimed at me. It’s aimed at the woman he loves. The woman walking behind me in a beautiful wedding dress. The woman who happens to be one of my best friends.] Once again, thank you so much for your support. I'm excited about Noah's book. It will have a bit of the same DNA as Ex-husband's regret, but it will be completely different at the same time. Let me know what you think of the sneak peek.

“But you can’t blame me for what you did. You wanted to forget Wanda, and I was there.” Anderson’s eyes followed her as she dressed, his mind spinning with regret and the sting of her words. He couldn’t deny the truth in what she said; he had been desperate, seeking solace in all the wrong places. But seeing her now, the reality of their actions hit him like a punch to the gut. “Get out, Agnes,” he said quietly, his voice strained and devoid of the fire it held moments before. “Just… get out.”

One I couldn’t understand even if I tried to. Blinking again, I scanned the busy prison street, searching for a familiar face. Maybe someone had come to pick me up, but there was no one. With a sigh, I continued walking when suddenly a sleek black car drove in and stopped a few feet away from me. The door opened, and my breath caught when I saw a familiar face. "Liam…” My ex-husband. My chest tightened as he exited the car and walked towards me. What the hell was he doing here?