My Return, My Ex's Regret Novels & Stories

I have to stand my ground and defend myself and my son because I can’t let history repeat itself. ************************************************************** Days turned to weeks as I waited for his return. I knew it was wrong. It felt so bad to crave someone the way I craved him, he was my ex for heaven’s sake but I did with so much intensity. All I wanted was to see him again but there was no sign of Nathan. I had waited for weeks wondering what was going on. I even got scared. Yes I hated him but I didn’t want him to die, he was the father of my son and the man I loved. I had to snap out of it. I knew I would see him soon.

“If you keep throwing around the word divorce like an untrained dog just to get a reaction from me, it’s going to backfire.” “I don’t want a reaction from you,” she shot back, her voice firm despite the way her heart hammered. “I want a divorce.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. That word again. Divorce. Over the past few days, it had started to grate on him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Now, hearing it again only made it worse. “Are you that desperate,” he said coldly, “to get the freedom to run around with your lovers openly?”

“I’m not just afraid of losing you. I can’t even imagine my life without you. You’re already too deep inside me, Liora.” Liora clasped his hands. “You know? All this time, I thought I was just a stranger who came into your family. But it turns out, we’d shared a story since long ago. I just didn’t realize it.” They looked into each other’s eyes. “Xavier?” “Yes?” “Do you ever regret not approaching me back then? I mean, if you had come to me first, maybe everything would have been different. I would never have married Noah. I wouldn’t have gone through all that suffering.”

As if betrayal could be undone with apologies and gifts. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care if he still loved me, or thought he did. It was too late for that. His regret meant nothing now. “It’s not easy without you in my life, Aria,” he continued, his tone softer, almost pleading. “I swear I regret everything. Please… give me another chance. Let me prove myself to you.” A smirk tugged at my lips, cold and detached. “It’s too late. I really need you to stop this...” I say coldly, attaching the phone to my ear.

"And now, haven't you lose me now?" "We can always make things right again. Please, just give me one more chance to make you the happiest person you've always dreamt of. I am okay even if we don't have sex. Just one more chance. I regretted everything, I have always been living in regret also. I was happy I saw you the other day. I was happy I can finally make things right even though I can't give back what you have lost." "You regretted but you couldn't search for me. Instead, you ran off to the states, you –"

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.”

I tried to say, but my words came out jumbled with so much emotion. “Was he that important in your life?” He asked fondly. “Much deeper than that. He went from the center of my life to my worst nightmare in such a short period, but that was years ago…” I started to say, although my voice was shaking with emotion. “I thought I had recovered from his effect, from that blow to my life that was him; I thought I was fine and ready to move on, but then he came back, claiming he was different now with all that regret talk, you know. Then I thought, he and I have a daughter together, an innocent life that has the right to grow up with her Mom and Dad, and I really believe that Jason has regretted th

“You came alive in Paris, didn’t you? Not because of your designs, but because he was there, offering you the warmth and the freedom you craved. You looked at him like he was your salvation, seconds after I had risked my entire company to protect you from the media scandal. And now you return, expecting to walk away clean?” “Walk away clean?” I laughed, a sharp, broken sound. “I wish I could walk away clean! I regret every moment of weakness I ever showed you! I regret the press conference! I regret the dinner! I regret the night I allowed you to touch me! I regret every single second I let myself believe you were capable of feeling something other than contempt!” The explicit regret—especia

Desiree chimed in, "Who cares about him, Mom? A petty man like him has no right to be my dad!" I raised my eyebrow. Had I not made myself clear back then? I already told them I was better off without an unfaithful wife and an ungrateful daughter. So what made them think that I'd come crawling back to them the minute they asked me to? Vivian and I had known each other for 23 years and had been married for five. I never imagined things would end up like this between us. We were both from the countryside. We were neighbors and were practically inseparable until we headed off to college.

I regret that my marriage has gotten to this awful point. I regret that I had a one-night stand. I regret that I ever met Eli. As we drive back to the pack house, I’m just filled with regret and guilt about the past five years. Mostly, I regret not listening to that little voice inside my head that told me what Eli was doing.