Regret Divorcing Husband Novels & Stories

In the seventh year of dating Lorenzo Townsend, he still didn't want to marry me. One day, I said to him, "Lorenzo, I'm getting married." He frowned slightly, not even sure if he heard me right. "The company is going public, and we're swamped. This is not the time to discuss such an insignificant topic," he said. I smiled calmly. Maybe to him, it seemed like I was pushing him to marry me. But the truth was, I was getting married, but not to him.

Brian Stanton was the definition of a textbook husband in everyone's eyes. He left work on time every single day, rain or shine, and whenever he traveled for business, his video calls arrived like clockwork to report his whereabouts. If a dinner involved even a single female colleague, he would call me first to ask for my explicit permission. Even the honey-ginger tea he prepared for me during my periods had never skipped a single month in half a decade. Yet, the better he treated me, the more it felt like I was serving a life sentence. Five years ago, his assistant had shown up at our wedding, her heavily pregnant belly protruding as she begged me to let them be together. Brian had violently dragged her away. When he finally returned, he was covered in blood, collapsing before me and trembling. "Honey, I was wrong. I've taken care of her. She won't ever show up again." He hadn't slipped up once since then. In fact, he had been so flawless and so completely beyond reproach that I thought it was finally time to forgive him. I went to his company, hoping to ask him out for lunch. But a child's voice drifted out from inside his office. "Dad, it's Mom's birthday today. Let's go home and celebrate with her." "Okay." In the next instant, my phone screen lit up with an incoming message. [Honey, I'm working late tonight. Will be home later.] Peering through the narrow crack in the door, I looked at the father and son, who looked as if they had been cast from the same mold. All at once, I flashed back to the moment when his assistant begged me, her belly so massive she was on the absolute verge of giving birth. The pregnancy test result I had been clutching so tightly in my hand slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor.

Rejected by her Alpha. Claimed by the Lycan King. Feared by the ancient bloodline that once ruled them all. He rejected me in front of the entire pack. Called me weak. Powerless. Unworthy of standing beside him. But the moment Alpha Adrian Wolfe severed our mate bond, something inside me woke up. Now the most dangerous Lycan King in the north is hunting me for reasons I don't understand … while the man who rejected me suddenly can't let me go. They thought I was the weakest wolf in the pack. They were wrong.

I’m from the Celtic family. The women in our bloodline possess a rare fertility trait, which means we’ve been politically married off to the Dragon Royals for generations. On my twentieth birthday, the Dragon King laid out portraits of his two sons in front of me and told me to pick a husband. Whoever I chose would inherit the crown and the entire treasury. I didn't hesitate. I picked Cael—the eldest son, infamous for his brutal, primal madness. Everyone’s jaws dropped. After all, the whole kingdom thought I was hopelessly obsessed with the younger son, Aaron. But only I knew the truth. In my past life, I actually got my wish and married Aaron, handing him the throne on a silver platter. But right after the wedding, he went behind my back with our family maid, Rose. When the King found out, he flew into a rage and exiled Rose to the Dark Lands. Aaron blamed me for everything and hated my guts. He looked down on my human status, parading a non-stop line of Rose-lookalikes in front of my face just to rub it in. Worse, when I got pregnant, he systematically swapped my prenatal tonics for a slow-acting poison. It killed me and my unborn child. Having a second chance at life, I decided to let him and Rose have each other. But what I didn't expect was that Aaron had reincarnated too.

“How much will it take to get rid of you? Five million dollars? Ten million?” “No need,” Livia said, keeping a strong facade despite the tears in her eyes “I'll leave on my own.” Zachary Jackson had never wanted a mate. The moment he found her in the form of Livia Stevens, the pack's new slave and daughter of his worst enemy, he had no problems making her life hell. Despite all that she still stuck to him pathetically. Until one day, she accepts and leaves without a trace. He spent the next few years wallowing in regret, his wolf longing for her despite being mated to someone else. His wishes are finally granted two years later when she returns to him in the arms of another Alpha and a child. Will he win her back? Will he gain her forgiveness for how he treated her all those years ago or has she already moved on to someone new?

My fiancé's older brother was into girls with tiny waists. He wanted to marry my foster sister—the one with the twenty-one-inch waist. Their wedding? Same day Eric and I were supposed to get hitched. When he found out, Eric begged me to swap with Briana. "Lena, it's always been Briana. If your family hadn't found you, she wouldn't have had to play fake heiress, and I wouldn't be stuck with you." I stayed quiet. He kept digging. "Chill. My brother won't even touch you. Once the dust settles, I'll bring you back—as my side piece." Staring at that fake, slimy smile, I felt a little out of it. Last time, I told him no—and still ended up married to him, beaten until I died. Then I woke up. Same day. Same plea from Eric. This time, I handed them exactly what they wanted. "Fine. I'll marry him." Eric lit up like he'd won. Didn't last long. Next thing I knew, he was out in the rain, on his knees, clutching his head, sobbing, begging me to leave his brother and come back.

There was a time when Natasha thought she found true love. A man who cherished, adored, and treated her like a treasure. But it never lasted forever. She discovered too late that it was all but a façade. All this while, he was still hung up on his childhood lover. And the moment the woman who held the key to his heart came back, he discarded her completely and watched her get bullied by that woman. His excuse? His childhood lover was weaker, she will be fine. Finally, Natasha had enough. She went back home. Now, it was his turn to regret. The omega he thought he could bully turned out to be the Heiress to the Beta position of one of the largest packs, a reputable gynecologist, whom he couldn't even get close to even if he tried. And her suitor? The most powerful Alpha. Now, who was regretting his actions? She watched with cold eyes as he went to his knees, hands reaching out to hold her leg in reverence. But she didn't spare him a glance. This time. She will write her story. A different one. Not with the man who betrayed her when she needed him the most, but with the one who always looked at her with softness since they were five.

“Olivia, are you sure you want to give up everything in the Red River Pack and come back home?” “Yes, I am sure.” My voice was shaky but I was determined. I wipe the tears that should not fall and gently touch the little life in my belly. I will do everything I can to save my baby. “I will pick you up in thirty days, after I come back from the border. You’re the Alpha Princess of the whole country: nobody can hurt you without my permission. “Thank you, brother.” I try to keep my voice steady. When the thirty-day countdown reaches zero, I will forever leave my mate and return home.

"I could've told you about the child when we were still married, but I'd rather see you fall on your knees like how I used to beg for the love I deserve." "You lied to everyone, even to your son, all because you wanted revenge? Tell me, who's the ruthless person here, Katalina." -- Cadmus is a respected man, one that holds the world in his hand. To her, he was the best and the best is what Katalina deserves. But when she got heartbroken by the man she adores the most, all hell breaks loose for she was more than a wife left to be discarded. By using Percival, someone who can stand equal to Cadmus. She plans to make the ruthless billionaire regret the pain he caused her.

The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older sisters brought home a fifteen-year-old orphaned boy. My Alpha sister seized the rare healing herbs I'd spent all my savings on — herbs meant to ease my first shift — and gave them to him instead. "You're strong enough," she growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My Beta sister snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My sisters, finally free of my presence, took the orphan boy on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.