Novel & Cerita Regret After Divorce: I Lost The Best Her

If you can divorce me, why can't you come and see me? "I want to ask you if you regret divorcing me now that you can see how much I've accomplished, and if you regret abandoning me during the darkest time of my life!" I stood behind him, reading the comments that were cursing me and telling me to go and die. There was a lump in my throat, and I wanted to cry. I didn't regret divorcing Ansel, nor did I regret abandoning him. If I could go back in time, I would do the same thing.

I scrolled, reading the remaining speech from Nathan, my breath stalling. "Since the divorce, I have reflected on our years as a couple and feel regret. I respect her decision, but I cannot deny the loss. And if you ever see us together again, it will be because I'm trying to win her back."

But I tried to let them know that it doesn't just work that way. Forgetting my husband and moving on after a solid five years… was hard. And realizing how much sacrifices he made for me that I didn't see back then and how much he tried to make us work until he stopped trying felt like chewing on pains. But he should have pushed just a little more. Maybe we'd still be here and happy. But instead he let us get divorced, leaving me broken and alone. “It feels unreal to be attending the famous Harrington's event,” Caspian enthused, his words slicing through my thoughts. “ I would call it luck for you to work with them because I bet their bases should be on another level, right?”

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

Jordyn asked. “She was upset. She didn’t want to get divorced. She begged me to reconsider. But the damage was already done. I could barely look at her, let alone stay married to her. It was one of the darkest, hardest times in my life. I’ve never felt so alone. But I made the right decision. How could I stay married to a woman I couldn’t trust?” “What about now?” Jordyn asked. “Do you trust her now?”

"During that time, Serena sacrificed a great deal for me, but I failed to appreciate what we had." He sighed, pulling out another document—our divorce papers—and placing them next to the marriage certificate. My eyes fixated on those papers, remembering how I'd felt that day, signing away what I thought would be my forever. "It wasn't until I lost her that I understood what our marriage truly meant to me," he said, his voice softening just enough for me to notice. "I've been trying to win her back ever since." I sat frozen, my emotions a tangled mess inside me. Was he really saying these things? In front of all these people?

I wanted to make it clear to her that I won't be divorcing her, but I was forced to stop when I heard her sobbing over the phone. “He doesn't want me” Whoever that person was, they were talking about me, about what had happened seconds earlier. Does Maya have friends? I've never seen her with one. I was curious about who the person on the other line was, but there was no way I could get to find that out. “I know it wasn't supposed to happen, but I gave it my all. I tried to be the best for him” she said and I clenched my fist. She really did try to be the best, but it looked like I had let her down.

It felt like a terrible nightmare, her worst fear coming to life. "I've kept a divorce paper at home in my drawer. Sign it, and leave my life." Those harsh words repeated in her ears and she just stood there like he was speaking another language. "Let's go, mother. Don't waste your strength on her." Brad said before Maria could say anything else. Her voice sounded croak in her throat but she let it out anyway. "Why? What did I do wrong?"

"You haven't even opened them?" "I’m sorry," she said again. "I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us. We’re both professionals. We can move past this." The rejection curdled in my gut. A bitter, ugly remark clawed its way up my throat before I could stop it. "I suppose I should have known," I snapped, a sharp, jagged laugh escaping me. "You’ve spent so much time under Griffin’s thumb that you’ve forgotten how to recognize a man who actually values you. Or maybe you just prefer the drama of a man who hates you to the stability of a man who wants you."

That question again. Always too late. Lena finally looked up. “Because I wanted one thing in my life untouched by legacy.” Her voice was steady. “You.” The word hit him harder than any accusation. She held his gaze. “And I was wrong.” Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Regret settling like dust. Then she walked past him. But just before reaching the door, she stopped. Without turning back, she said: “The tragedy isn’t that you divorced me, Sebastian.” A pause.