My Ex Husband's Regret Novels & Stories

The implication was clear: I had crossed his line, and I better not take it for granted. I almost burst out laughing. Why should the pain I endured be brushed aside so easily? Just because he offered me a chance didn’t mean I had to be grateful and accept it. I straightened my back, my chin jutting out defiantly. “Dominic, I appreciate the sentiment, but I suggest you give this precious opportunity to someone else. I’m not worthy of it.” Dominic tightened his grip, his voice low and threatening. “You’ll regret this!” I replied firmly, “The biggest regret of my life is falling in love with you and marrying you. Other than that, I have no regrets.”

“You dare ask me for help after spreading your legs like a cheap whore? You disgust me, Emily. I want a divorce.” The phone slipped from my hand. My whole body shook. Did my husband just throw away five years of marriage… over the phone?

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.”

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

Now, take a look at who my precious ex-wife ended up with. It was my damn fucking half-brother, who I despised so much! I grind my teeth harshly, letting out a sharp hiss every second as I rake through my hair over again. The cab driver stole glances at me from the rearview mirror each time I lashed out, which was very much expected due to how annoyed and remorseful I was currently feeling. I regretted ever leaving my sweet Mirabelle who later ended up in the dirty hands of Noah Sylvester.

“Did you tell the doctor to write that I was mentally unstable after the miscarriage?” He was quiet. He then said: “I was concerned about you.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting.” He leaned forward. “Unless...” “Unless what?” “Unless you drop the charges. Come visit me. We talk. Like we used to.” His eyes were dark. “You know you want to.” I stared at him. At the man who knew every button to push. And then I did something I hadn’t planned. I smiled.

“Yeah sure, why not” “So tell us Rosalyn what is your biggest regret?” Henry said. “Gosh I have so many” “Mention the biggest one” “Probably marrying my EX-Husband. He taught me, love, is a natural thing. It can never be forced upon a person. It was a bitter experience but an experience nevertheless” This is the first time Rosalyn is expressing her feelings after her divorce.

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.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

"I shouldn’t have done that, I’m a horrible person I know but I’m sorry, please. I blocked him! I’m not talking to him anymore! What else do you want from me?" "I want you to trus me!" His voice was low, furious. "I want you to come to me when something’s wrong, not run to your ex-husband! I hate sharing Rachel and you of all people know that. You’re mine now, you belong to me, and if you had accepted that you wouldn’t have—-“ "I do trust you!" "Then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me he was bombarding your phone with calls or messages?"