Regrets After Divorce Novels & Stories

But I tried to let them know that it doesn't just work that way. Forgetting my husband and moving on after a solid five years… was hard. And realizing how much sacrifices he made for me that I didn't see back then and how much he tried to make us work until he stopped trying felt like chewing on pains. But he should have pushed just a little more. Maybe we'd still be here and happy. But instead he let us get divorced, leaving me broken and alone. “It feels unreal to be attending the famous Harrington's event,” Caspian enthused, his words slicing through my thoughts. “ I would call it luck for you to work with them because I bet their bases should be on another level, right?”

After I finished speaking, I took my parents' hands and turned to leave. Just then, behind me came a sharp slap, followed by an angry shout. "You're such a disgrace!" … Things seemed to have settled after I broke off the engagement, but I knew it was far from over. As long as Cooper Group needed help from Weber Group, Gideon and Erin would never agree to the annulment, and they certainly wouldn't accept Jenna marrying a foreigner. In my last life, it was because of this pressure that Jenna eventually gave in. Plus, Erin knew how much I cared for Jenna, so she constantly persuaded me.

And I was holding him to it. “The divorce papers?” He looked up at me and I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes. But I couldn’t let myself care. I reminded myself of our marriage and the way he had treated me all those years. His feeble apologies now didn’t make up for the years of neglect. “Yes, Jordyn,” I replied, lifting my chin. “Sign them. Let’s be done with this once and for all.” “Why now?” he asked. “I mean, what’s the rush?”

They would definitely regret it! She would give her granddaughter a grand wedding and make them regret it all! She regretted her past decisions. She should not have forced them not to get a divorce over the past few years. It had been torture to Iv. She should have let her go earlier. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. She even thought about what kind of man she should find to match her perfect granddaughter. “You just signed the agreement? How long are you going to wait? Don’t waste any more time. After the divorce, I’ll ask someone to spread the news that Chiara is your savior and clarify your relationship with Ivanka.”

She sniffed and gently cleaned the tears that were gathered in her eyes. “I ended up taking the oath with a cheat, mom; a wife beater, and finally now I'm divorced. Wherever you are now, I know you might be feeling disappointed at my type of marriage, but I promise you, mom, this divorce is for the better. I'll never disappoint you.” She smiled and kissed the frame as though she were seeing her mother physically. “One more thing, mom, that grandchild you've always said you can't wait to hold in your arms, I'll surely give you.”

“A woman like her won’t return to a man who has humiliated her.” Mrs. Meydina turned sharply. “You have no right to speak about Sheena.” Claudia laughed cynically. “Why not? Wasn’t Mommy the one who supported Gevan divorcing her back then?” Those words struck Mrs. Meydina like a slap. She clenched her fists, her breathing quickening. “I regret it,” she said with a trembling voice. “I deeply regret agreeing to that divorce. I regret allowing Gevan to marry you.” Claudia stopped pacing. “Oh, so now everything is my fault?”

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."

His fingers were cold, but his touch carried the weight of all the words he had never said. Tears streamed down his bloodied face as he began to cry, each sob wracking his broken body. “My deepest regret right now, Julia,” he said, his voice barely audible, “is divorcing you… letting a rare gem slip through my fingers. I was a fool to let you go and felt I could get you back.” His hand slid slightly down her cheek as his strength began to fail. “I hope… I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with sorrow. “Forgive your ex-husband… Logan Steele.”

“Not as your wife. Not as someone waiting for you. Just as Elena.” For perhaps the first time, he didn’t ask what he could do to stop the divorce. “I wish I’d understood this before you had to leave,” he said instead. “So do I,” I said. There was sadness between us, not anger. We both understood, I think, that timing mattered — that understanding something too late didn’t make the understanding meaningless, but it also couldn’t undo what the delay had already cost. “Do you regret us?” he asked. “No,” I said, and meant it. I remembered our wedding, our first year, the quiet moments and the laughter, the genuine life we had built. “I don’t regret loving you,” I said. “I regret losing myself wh

Now I am angry, and this overrides all of my other emotions because now Rita is interfering with the life I want to build with Angela. “Oh, don’t be like that Grant. I know you still love me; we were married after all. My only regret is signing those divorce papers. To see you reduced to attending events like this with a woman like that I wonder if your pride can stand it.” “Watch your words carefully Rita. You are treating on already thin ice and currently, you are at risk of saying something that you will never be able to take back.” “But Grant, baby, we were always meant to be together. Why would you do this to us?”