Regret Divorcing Husband Novels & Stories

Jonathan still didn't seem to believe me after I said that. "Did you become like this because I divorced you and I left you like an abandoned building?" he asked. "You should realize your own attitude," I said sarcastically again, then turned my gaze in another direction. "Oh, come on, Kyle! Why are you so upset with me? You also agreed to our divorce-" "You forced me, Mr. Jonathan. Don't forget that." I heard Jonathan's long exhale of exasperation. "There are always meetings and separations in every relationship. Our marriage was a sham anyway," Jonathan said again without feeling guilty.

“You’re overreacting. Is it about your Dad? I am sorry, Okay? I will visit him soon” My eyes widened. He would visit Dad? Did he not know that...? My took a sharp deep breath, feeling my throat closing up. “I’m not a schedule you can rearrange,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “Don’t mention my father. I am your wife, not a task you pencil in between meetings.” “I never said that,” he replied sharply. “You shouldn’t have married me if you couldn’t handle my workload.” I met his gaze without flinching. “You are right. Marrying you was the worst mistake I have done. Until you sign those papers and deal with my lawyer, we are legally separated.”

"You hugged me." "You called yourself my sister." Sophie swallowed. Ava laughed again. "And all that time you were sleeping with my husband." Matthew lowered his eyes. A sharp ache twisted through his chest. He did not remember any of it. Yet the pain in Ava's voice felt real enough to touch. Ava shook her head. "I spent months wondering what I had done wrong." Sophie shifted uncomfortably. "I kept asking myself why my marriage was falling apart." A tear slipped down Ava's cheek. "I thought I was failing as a wife."

I can’t. It hurts too much. Once my bag is full, I walk downstairs with them trailing behind me, their voices a blur of cruelty and accusation. At the door, I turn back one last time. “I never cheated on you,” I say quietly. Elijah looks away. I leave. ——- The motel room smells like stale air and regret. I sit on the edge of the bed, hands resting over my stomach as tears finally fall freely. My father warned me. He begged me not to marry Elijah. Promised to give me everything if I walked away.

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.

“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?”

Leo looked at his father’s hunched back, his throat tight. Alexander pulled a thick envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to Leo. Inside were the divorce papers he hadn't countersigned twenty years ago—he had signed them long ago but never filed them. Although we were legally divorced by abandonment and separation decades ago, this was his spiritual release. There was also a thick letter. It contained a record of the last twenty years—every change in the children, every moment of regret, every thought of me. "Leo, put this in the mailbox." Alexander pointed to the blue post box at the gate of the B&B. "Don't let your mother see you."

"You brat! I'm telling you something important, can't you pay attention? If you really end up divorced, you'll be the one regretting it. Where will you find another husband like Calvin?" Here it came again! Bella knew that no matter what they talked about, it would always lead to this statement in the end. Calvin, with his youth, success, good looks, and wealth, was a rare find. Marrying him was a stroke of luck for her, and if she didn't treasure it, she'd live the rest of her life in bitterness and regret! The problem was, Calvin was the one wanting a divorce. How was she not treasuring him? She was more frustrated than anyone else. His artistic reasons for wanting a divorce were infuriati

“Impossible. I don’t want you anymore. It can’t be us. Go out there, Emily—there’s someone for you. Maybe not the kind of man you think you deserve, but someone will still see you as worth marrying. I’m done.” He turned toward the door. “What if divorcing me is a mistake?” Emily called after him. “What if you regret treating me like this someday?” Ethan paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back, sneering. “My greatest regret in life was marrying you. Nothing on earth could be worse than that. I’ve lived with it for years. Don’t try to scare me with that bullshit—it doesn’t work. You got that?” Then he opened the door, stepped out, and shut it behind him. Emily lowered her gaze, de

"I don't know. We barely know each other." "Then let's change that. Ask me anything. I'll tell you the truth." "Okay. Why did you get divorced?" Direct. I like that about her. "Because I was married to my work more than I was married to my wife. Melinda wanted someone who would be home for dinner, who would take vacations, who would prioritize family over business. I couldn't be that person. Still can't." "Do you regret it?" "I regret hurting her. I don't regret the divorce. We were never right for each other."