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Resting her head against Yvonne's shoulder, she said with a sigh, "This whole ordeal just reminded me that giving your heart to someone only works if they're the right person. With Mr. Ex? No matter how many chances you give him, it just circles back to the same pain." With that, she downed the entire glass of champagne. Yvonne looked at her and gave a quiet sigh. "Do you have any regrets, Isabel?" "I guess so." Isabel continued after thinking for a beat, "If I could do it all over again, I wish I'd handled the divorce better. Back then I was too heartbroken to think straight. But I'm much stronger now. I'd walk away with style." That answer actually made Yvonne laugh. "Divorce is always pai

She really had forgotten. Harlan was the one she should've cherished. The one she should've loved. Her actual husband. Looking back, all she felt was regret. "I wanted too much. I really was wrong..." The words didn't matter anymore. Sorry couldn't fix this. All she could do was sit there, alone, swallowed by the dark. "Ms. Lyon, your divorce hearing with Mr. Holt is coming up. I need to submit a few more pieces of evidence."

Her words from the dream felt so real and recent, like she was right there, reminding me of my mistakes. I rubbed my face, feeling tired and old. It had been years, but I couldn't forget the way she looked at me that last day, as if I had broken her heart. How did I let things get so bad? How did I not see what I was doing to her? The divorce was supposed to make things better, but instead, it trapped me in a cycle of regret. Every night, I was reminded of the woman I pushed away, the woman I lost. I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on today. Tonight was the party, a chance to secure a deal with the mystery designer, Viatrix.

“You know when you get married you think it will be forever. I guess sometimes you can’t predict the future.” “No, but you can still be hopeful and give it your best shot.” Alessandra watched as her client nodded, picked up the menu, and began to read. It was clear Laurent’s mind wasn’t on the printed words before her; she wanted the distraction as the subject had gotten a little painful. Alessandra gently offered, “You loved him.” Laurent glanced up from far away. “What? Yes, at first. But it’s more the loss of a dream. That’s the worst thing about divorce.”

I questioned sheepishly. “Sorry, but your trusty vibrators and hand don’t count,” insisted my best friend. “The day before Greg’s mother showed up with the divorce papers,” I admitted with a sigh. Did it sound as sad as it felt? Because it felt pretty damn sad to me. “Oh, you poor, sweet, frustrated woman,” Grace groaned sympathetically. “I knew it.” “Maybe this isn’t a bad thing then,” she added thoughtfully. What was she going on about?

Today instead of her usual black dress, she wore a bottle green blouse that accentuated her slim waist and a pair of slacks, she even let her shiny blond hair out of the tight bun she usually had it in. “Regret is a natural thing we feel when we’ve lost something we considered dear to us, its understandable that you feel this way considering all the years you’ve spent with your ex-husband and all the memories you both share” she paused to click off her pen “and the recent history too. You feel sad because you feel that chapter of your life has ended because of the divorce”

Nathaniel’s eyes dropped to the words printed on the cover DIVORCE AGREEMENT. His fingers froze. “What is this?” He asked, his tone filled with shock. Elara met his gaze, her voice steady. “I want a divorce.” *** Hey dearies. Looks like Elara finally found her strength. Be ready, because soon secretly will reveal, ache will be deep and regret would simmer hard. Elara will rise above like a Phoenix. she is woman who survives and rises,even when the world is stacked against her. Do comment, share your review and follow for more.

I stood at the door for a long time before gathering the courage to walk in. I knelt in front of him and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I went to the hospital for a check-up today, and the results weren't good. In the future, I'm afraid... We got married because of the child, but now that the child is gone, if you want a divorce, I won't object." He was suddenly provoked by something I said, and Bryce erupted in anger, pushing me to the ground. His strong body pressed down on me, his eyes burning with intense hatred.

He could not believe how I had struggled through sickness alone, waiting for a wedding day that would never come, until my heart was so broken I had to leave. Then, as a spirit, I found it hard to remember that pain. It did not seem to matter anymore. However, Becky was still trying to say she was sorry, her tears falling fast. "I'm sorry, Ellison. I didn't mean to... I just loved you so much, I wanted you to stay with me," she sobbed. However, Ellison was not moved by her tears this time. Right then, Mom and Dad came home. Becky ran to them, hoping they would help her.

Would she have spent the last six years building a life with someone who actually loved her, instead of enduring a cold marriage with someone who'd never really wanted her? Or would it have been a disaster? Would Klaus have realized she wasn't worth the trouble once the passion faded? Would she have ended up abandoned anyway, just sooner and with less to show for it? There was no way to know. No way to rewind time and make different choices. She could only move forward from where she was now—divorced, struggling, trying to build something stable for her son. Even if that meant working closely with the one man who'd ever made her feel truly alive.