روايات وقصص ضمن Regret After Divorce: I Lost The Best Her

Blair gently wiped her tears away and said word for word, “Mabes, the one thing I regret the most in my life is divorcing you.” What he did not regret was falling in love with her. Mable moved her lips. “Blair, w-what did you say…?” “I said the one thing I regret the most in my life is divorcing you…” “No… Not this!” Mable pursed her lips and held back her tears. “You said… You said…” Blair finally knew what she meant and said, “I wouldn’t have divorced you if I’d known I would fall in love with you.”

He breathed out, already regretting what he's just done. What was he thinking? He was frustrated that they failed their last two matches but why did it have to come in between him and his wife. He immediately vacate out of the kitchen, not wanting to see her falling apart for he can't take it. They both need this space but why divorce?! He grip his head and kept walking down the curb with regret pouring from every pore of his being. This was not in his plans...

My life is a complete mess, it would require a whole lot of hard work and forgiveness to get my life back on track. After my divorce, I went over to my parent's home to spend the weekend with them and also find out if they had heard any rumors about me but it seems all is well and Joy had kept my secret, this made me miss her more and regret ever hurting her. I tried calling her again but the number was unavailable. She must have changed it because of me. She truly was a virtuous woman and I lost her to infidelity.

She took a deep breath and stopped walking to look at him, the tears still slipping out. “I let other people get in my head, I let my own insecurities get in the way of the best thing that ever happened to me. I have been miserable. I missed Greg when we divorced but I was never irritable or short-tempered. I am so in love with you and I understand that I fucked up but I hope someday you’d want to give us another try.” She turned to walk back, figuring he was done with her; after all, his words sounded so final.

Since there was no way she could avoid it now, the only thing she could do was to admit to everything. She inhaled deeply and mustered up her courage to say, "Tris, it's true that I've done things like that. But that's only because I love you! Madeline doesn't deserve you. We are the ones who truly belong together. And since you're already divorced, we should just get together!" Tristan found it simply ironic to hear such words coming from Regina. He couldn't believe that he had lost the person he loved the most for a scheming woman like her.

“I have asked you several times what I need to do to make you change your mind about this whole divorce conversation, but you’re not even trying at all. Sometimes I feel like you regret getting married to me in the first place.” “Sometimes? You should honestly feel like that every time because that is the truth. I want to believe that I have said it’s not once or twice today. I regret ever getting married in the first place because I feel like that’s one of the biggest mistakes that I have ever made.” She didn’t say anything, and she didn’t tear up, which is a very different side of her because I know the old her would’ve started trying to act beautiful, but she didn’t this time. I guess she

My voice softened, almost swallowed by the weight of my despair. I lowered my head, feeling lightheaded, my vision blurring slightly. "I knew that you were exhausted, depressed. I saw it in your eyes when I was signing the divorce papers. I thought if I left, you might be able to go back to a normal life. If that day I had stood by your side, even forcefully, maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this." I laughed bitterly, a shiver running through my shoulders.

Her presence was comforting, and I was deeply grateful for the unwavering support she rendered to both me and my daughter. Sadly, Amore was still unconscious and I could only place my hope in God. I won't dare to think what would happen if I lost her. Zeke, on the other hand, was a different story. I had sent the divorce papers to him. It had been a few days now. No response. No call. Not even a text. Typical. If I knew Zeke well enough—and I did—he probably thought I was throwing one of my “emotional tantrums” and playing games to get his attention.

Julian’s arrogant words echoed in my mind, making me feel unexpectedly sad. How deeply had I once loved that man to let him hurt me so recklessly? Did he have the confidence to wound me like that because he knew how much I loved him? If I really went through with the divorce… what if I regained my memories one day? How would I face the part of me that might still love him? Doubt crept in. … After the flowers were taken care of, Miles and I quietly shared a rich, satisfying dinner. Mary was warm and welcoming, and her cooking was fantastic.

I then stood up and put down the pen in exasperation. "Alright. Our marriage is over now. I'll leave here and we don't have to see each other again," I said without hesitation, even though my heart ached. Joenathan did not confront me. He let me walk away to our room. As soon as I got to the room, I burst into tears. I felt the pain that my efforts had been in vain. But I forced myself to pack some clothes into my suitcase. I also called Angela, my best friend.