Regrets After Divorce Novels & Stories

So, I decided to still stay instead of filing for a divorce. But now I was realizing that I should have filed for divorce months back because this wasn’t living, this was suffering and humiliation and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve had enough. Screw Dave and the company, he could have it all. He could even get married to Serena, I didn’t care anymore. Rage and regret churned in my stomach as I turned around and began to head towards my car. Rage because I went through so much for Dave to be repaid like this. And regret because I stupidly wasted two years of my life and traded my spotless reputation for him.

Gregory's voice grew husky as he continued, "I've lived nearly 30 years without ever regretting a single decision. I always believed that every choice I made was the right one, but…" Anathea could sense what he was about to say next. Maybe it was the alcohol on his breath or the heat from his body, but a dull ache started pulsing in her temples. Gregory lowered his head, resting his chin against her neck. Anathea felt his warm breath slip beneath her collar as he murmured, "I regret it." Her heart skipped a beat, then stumbled into an unsteady rhythm, faltering in her chest. Gregory continued, "I regret letting you go. I never wanted to trap you, but I do regret signing those divorce papers.

At once, he understood that there had to be something in the air between the two of them. But even if that was the case, so what? Tristan no longer had the right to get mad at her for anything. He had already divorced her. He suddenly recalled something. During Regina's birthday, Madeline had witnessed her own husband being lovey-dovey with another woman—even kissing each other right under her nose. He figured that Madeline must have felt a lot worse back then compared to what he was feeling now. He had brought everything on himself, and he had to deal with the consequences by himself as well.

And because i can’t respond to what Malachi has just said, i decide to start eating My heart is racing but there’s nothing i can do about a racing heart but get it calm down. He’s not allowed to do this. For all the time i was his wife, he didn’t like me. I didn’t suddenly become more atrractive when we divorced. I’ve read stories of what really happens when couples get divorced. The wife who has spent her time and energy trying to hold a fragile marriage together usually spirals into regret, and after regret, she’d either let herself go or reinvent herself. But men, men usually got married again in the shortest possible time.

"This. You. Us. We can't keep on seeing each other like this." "Why not?" "Because, we're over. We have been for a long time. I’m supposed to be moving on like you’re doing. But, you keep waltzing your way into my life and ruining every little progress I make! It’s so frustrating! Why can’t I live a normal life as a divorcee and also move on with my life like you? Why does it seem like every time I'm starting to get over the past, you pop up and remind me that we're still tied together somehow?"

“I understand you have to be with the mother of your child. I'm not disputing that fact.” “What are you saying, Maya?” Larry raised his voice, his hands balled into a fist. “I'm saying it's pointless being in this marriage. Let's get a divorce so you can be with her” I replied. “For the sake of your happiness and your child.” “No” Brandy sobbed. “Don't end your marriage because of me, please. It was a mistake.” I was done listening to them. “Call me when you've signed the divorce papers. I'll be waiting” I declared, turning to leave.

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

"You've never actually said what I did wrong, have you? All these years, all I did was try to show you how much you meant to me. I drew you pictures that never made it to the fridge. I brought home perfect grades that were met with silence. I married the man you chose, became the daughter you wanted, and it still wasn't enough." She felt Seth's steady presence behind her, giving her strength. "You chose everyone else over me. When Richard and his family belittled me, you didn’t see a problem. When my marriage fell apart, you sided with the them." Her voice grew quieter, but somehow it filled the room. "So yes, this is the first time I'm saying this, but I regret being born into this family."

he said. There was no love in any of the words that came out of Chris’s mouth. How ironic. Finally, thirteen years of marriage had to end badly, and all because of my mistakes and stupidity. If only I could have controlled my wild sexual desires, maybe this divorce wouldn’t have happened. Regret always comes at the end. That afternoon, I left the mansion I had lived in for thirteen years. The servants helped me pack all my belongings and put them in the car.

Every time I looked at it I remembered: I chose this. *March.* It was spring. The Miller Foundation launched its first 3 houses. For women leaving abusive situations. I cut the ribbon myself. A reporter asked: “Ms. Miller, is it true you’re engaged?” I looked at Ethan in the crowd. “Yes,” I said. “To the best man I know.” Camera Flashes. That night we celebrated with pizza on the floor. “Do you ever regret it?” Ethan asked. “Saying yes so fast?” “No,” I said. “Do you?”