Regret Divorcing Husband Novels & Stories

But then a message popped. “I regret it everyday. I regret ever getting with Camille, I regret pushing my family aside. I am truly sorry, Diana. I know that nothing I say or do will bring our little Angel back, but I'm trying everyday to be a better man. Today is the last day you'll be my wife. I'm sending the divorce papers tomorrow. I've already signed my part. I want you to be safe. That's all that matters to me.” Has Nathan been possessed by a ghost?

Having seen her indifferent gaze too many times, Martin felt an unusual calmness as he said to himself, "But I do regret divorcing you." For a moment, Patricia thought she heard wrong and looked at him with wide, astonished eyes. Martin repeated, undeterred, "I truly regret it, I shouldn't have divorced you." Patricia stared at him as though she had seen a ghost. Martin regretted divorcing her. What was going on with him today? Had he taken the wrong medicine? Seeing her silent, Martin continued, "Patricia, please give me another chance. I want to make it up to you, to make it up to Charles."

"Yesterday, we had this doctors lecture in Montreal, so him and I sat together during the whole thing and Cathy, what the man told me about his wife was jarring." Scowling, I muttered. "Like what?" "He said something about how he regrets ever meeting her and that he wished he met me sooner. The jerk also said he's getting a divorce soon and it's not even been up to a year since he got married. He's such a chronic womanizer." Rita spilled, and I shook my head. "I wonder why he keeps getting married," I mumbled. "The man needs help. Anyway, how is Jared doing? Did he s-" I swallowed the rest of my statement as someone knocked on the door.

The day my husband kicked me off the Rinaldi family council, Irene Costa was sitting in my chair. She had been engaged to his late brother. She was wearing my pearl necklace, and the brooch pinned to her chest was reserved for the Donna of the Rinaldi family. My mother had left me that necklace. I kept it in a safe, and the only person who knew the combination was my husband, Victor Rinaldi. He looked at me, his voice cold. "Irene is taking your place at tonight's South Port negotiation. When you learn to control your jealousy, I'll give you your seat back." No one at the table said a word. My pin, my necklace, and the South Port proposal I'd spent three months working on now lay in front of

I came from a human noble family that had long since fallen on hard times. Five years ago, I found a vampire in the forest, badly wounded by hunters and with no memory of who he was. Cassian and I fell in love. He said he would love me the same way for the rest of his life. Then hunters attacked again, and he took another bullet protecting me. When he woke in the hospital, every one of Cassian's memories had come back. He was the heir of the vampire prince, and he had a fiancee waiting for him. Overnight, the husband who had sworn to protect me forever began looking at me with distaste. I stood outside his hospital room and heard him say it. "Marrying that human was an accident. "I'll divorc

I said, never knowing that I would come to regret it eventually, particularly as it was because of my statement that made Justin finally unable to hold himself back either. “Yes! It is the truth? Happy now? Now don’t come crying to me because you’re the one who badly wanted to trigger me to confirm you the damn truth. But here I am stuck with you because I am your husband, or at least until we finalize the divorce papers.” he said after storming outside out of rage over our argument. Following Justin’s departure, my body stumbled down the ground like I had completely drained myself, particularly after making the stupid decision of triggering my husband to bring the divorce decision on the ta

I whisper and he looks at me completely stunned, as if remembering something. "I regret so many things I did because I was a coward, but, the second thing I regret the most, is that I treated you badly just because I wanted to take you away from me. If I wasn't going to treat you right, I should have called off the wedding. And if I was going to marry you, I should have never divorced you.

I asked him again, raising my voice “You said you love. You said you wanted to marry me. Now you want a divorce?” He asked with a cold expression “Now I regret it,” I said “KIM!” he shouts my name “I regret it, and I want to leave!” I said, raising my voice at him “KIM!” he shouts my name again as if trying to caution me “What!” I replied

He warned me, he told me Henry wasn't the one for me, but me being a lovesick girl, I disregarded his words and still went on with this marriage. There was no way I could go back after this, father wouldn't accept me…not after I ran away from home, putting my family name in the mud. Jasmine stirring in the bed snapped me from my thoughts, my eyes met her still-sleeping form and I made up my mind. I would rather leave with my daughter beside me than stay in the forsaken house, living like a broken woman. Jasmine was all I need right now, and that was it. With my mind already made up, I signed the divorce papers, and though I tried to act like it wasn't affecting me, I wouldn't lie that it was

“I want a divorce! You don't deserve to be a father or a husband. You don't even deserve to have a home. I can't stand your torments anymore and that's why I want a divorce!” "Over my dead body!” Desmond growled angrily and shredded the documents into pieces right in her face. Freya gasped in shock as Desmond flung the pieces of paper at her. The shredded pieces of paper slid down her body like confetti and the edges grazed her skin like sharp knives. “Never will it be recorded in the history of billionaires that a poor woman like you dumped her billionaire husband because of something this small.” After glaring intensely at her, he grabbed his luggage and pulled it up the stairs behind him