Regrets After Divorce Novels & Stories

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

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.

He breathed out, already regretting what he's just done. What was he thinking? He was frustrated that they failed their last two matches but why did it have to come in between him and his wife. He immediately vacate out of the kitchen, not wanting to see her falling apart for he can't take it. They both need this space but why divorce?! He grip his head and kept walking down the curb with regret pouring from every pore of his being. This was not in his plans...

I said, “You’re just still carrying the heaviness of the grief that man gave to you.” Mama slowed down the spinning of the yarn. She looked as though she was lost deep in thought. When she finally spoke, her words moved me. “Grief is heavy, Lydia,” she said, “But even worse is regret. You would not believe the number of times that I thought of leaving that man early on in our marriage. But after a while I just … cowed.” I sat up straight and put a hand on her shoulder. Mama turned towards me. “Mama, I think that you should get a divorce.”

"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

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?"

Not… that. He said it like they were strangers. Like they didn’t share a past. Like he hadn’t spent years being terrified of losing her, hadn’t chased her across the globe, hadn’t practically bent over backwards after the divorce trying to win her back. Fine. Maybe onstage he’d had to stay neutral as a judge. She got that. But now? Even now? She glared at him, rage flaring. "Don’t give me that. Fix this, Noah. I mean it—fix it, or I swear to God, you’ll regret it."

But fate had other plans. Now, she was back in his world—stronger than ever. And for the first time, Marcus felt something unfamiliar stir in his chest. Regret. If he had not agreed to divorce Lilian none of this would have happened. Lilian is really a good wife and he regretted divorcing her. He always regretted it but he never just wants to admit it. He would have found a way to compensate Lily instead of divorcing Lilian.

She raged at him, "When will you let me live? I thought we were divorced. You wanted me gone! "When will you stop bullying me? You have no right to touch me now that I don't have feelings for you anymore!" "I regretted it," he croaked with tears in his eyes. Unlike her, he could not afford to display his emotions openly. In the two decades, he had kept his feelings under strict control to the point that he was clueless about how to express himself. "What did you just say?" she questioned, her eyes wide open in bewilderment. "Alyssa, I regretted the divorce. I regretted letting you go. Would you give our relationship a second chance?"

In the end, my sweet, wonderful wife divorced me. I had regretted it every day since. I quit the driving school job and cut off all contact with Sharon and Louisa. This painful chapter of my life is a warning to anyone younger: don't throw away the person who really loves you for a fleeting moment of pleasure. Desire isn't something you can indulge without consequence. Let it run wild, and it will wear you down long before your time.