Regret After Divorce: I Lost The Best Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

I wanted her to see me, really see me, and understand that I have changed, that I can change, that I will do anything to get her back. The drive from London takes two hours. I spend the whole time rehearsing. I am sorry. I was wrong. I love you. I have always loved you. I did not know what I had until I lost it. Please give me another chance. Please, Celestine, please. I regret everything.

~Rose~ I spent the next few hours wandering the streets, completely lost. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had just divorced James. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this much if I had never loved him. But I did. Deeply. And now my chest ached as I thought about all the madness I endured during our marriage, the times I obsessed over him while he was out chasing other women. Eventually, my legs gave in and I decided to head home. At least there, I could find comfort… maybe even cry in my parents’ arms.

Not compared to me. The realization visibly unsettled him. “You are making a mistake.” Damian answered quietly. “No.” His eyes shifted toward me again. “I already made my mistake.” Emotion tightened painfully inside my chest because I knew exactly what he meant. The divorce. The lies. The years of emotional distance. The pain he caused trying to protect me the wrong way. Rainwater slid down his face while his voice roughened slightly. “I almost lost her because I was too afraid to love her properly.” My breath caught immediately.

The beeping of my phone, my screen lighten up to the message from IAA reminding me to come start training My phone rings and its Dr Turner. “Hey Alex, we have to move in two weeks time and you have to show up for the training” “Yes, I will show up soon” “Okay, hey did you tell your wife you won't be showing up for a year. How did she take that” “You don't have to worry about that. I'm divorce now” “Divorce! Alex, what are you talking about” Tracy interrupts. Can't she remember when she signed the divorce papers by herself?

He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine. I looked down. Divorce Papers. My breath caught. I could feel the room spin. "Why?" I whispered. The anger drained away, leaving only emptiness. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I only married you because we were fated mates," Rex said flatly. "I never loved you, Rosemarie. I tolerated you because of the bond, but Tracy is back now. I'm done pretending. I'll give you a generous settlement. You'll be financially secure."

“Shhh. Don’t cry. She’s not worth it.” “It’s not her. It’s him.” I managed to say in between sniffles. “He’s the cause of all this.” “I know but you have to be strong. Don’t let them get to you.” I pulled away from her embrace. “He embarrassed me in front of thousands of people. Even if he wanted us to get divorced, he should have done it more respectfully and quietly. The whole world knows I’m married to a loser.” I said cleaning my tears. “You’re still going to stay with him?”

I was frozen and speechless for a moment, dumbfounded by the emotion that I saw in her eyes. She echoed her request, softer this time: "Once we have Raina back, I'd like to mend our marriage." I couldn't suppress the rage that had been building—"You asked for a divorce, Faith!" I blurted out, even as I knew how much pain I was causing. She shook her head lovingly. "Being away from you made me realize I don't want to leave you," she whispered, her voice trembling with regret and yearning.

“It’ll all pass, Evie. Our lives will only get better from here.” She nodded with a smile. “That’s right. Those scumbags can wallow in their own regret, while we’ll live happily ever after!” Her parents were furious to find out about her divorce. It was a marriage of convenience, after all, and the two families were business partners. They could not break things up that easily. She did not want to hear their nagging at home, so both of us moved into the villa she had bought before her marriage. As we were cooped up on the couch watching a game show that night, Caleb called her. “Why did you take everything away?”