Regrets After Divorce Novels & Stories

Upon hearing that, Lucas scoffed in disbelief, his eyes narrowed to slits. “What? What did you say?” “I said, Lucas Brown, let's get a divorce and let's end this nightmare here. I will never give Aurora another drop of my blood. You know what my biggest regret is? My biggest regret is marrying you three years ago, I don't ever want to set my eyes on you again.” After saying these words, I turned my gaze away from him, grabbing and biting down on the blankets hard to stop myself from wailing loudly. Lucas sneered at me.

“Won’t you regret it, I mean she is kind and loving, couples usually have their ups and downs but divorcing each other is not the way out and I don’t want you to make a mistake that will turn out to regret tomorrow.” “I will not regret it and my decision will never end up as a mistake, you can go,” I replied coldly and she left. I will never regret letting her go, never.

“Are you saying you don’t regret choosing me over the woman you might be in love with?” He took a deep breath. Then he said, “I’ve had you this way longer. It may be harder to let go of what we have. I’ve never regretted my decisions in the past, Brianne. So please don’t make me feel like I should start regretting some of them now.” I stared at him. “Travis, sooner or later, I will find the man I have been looking for. We’ll divorce and I will remarry. That was the plan, remember?”

I realize how much their presence means in my life, even though I am no longer with Ariane. I regret so much for doing something bad to her. The regret piled up in my heart, as if it were a burden that was getting heavier every day. I never loved her during our marriage, and after we divorced, I realized how much I lost. That realization came too late, and maybe this is what is called the fruit of the mistakes we made. I never loved her during my marriage and after I divorced her, I realized how much I missed her.

She looked too fragile with shadows beneath her eyes that hadn’t been there before. His features settled into a hard line. “You look so thin and weak. Only if you had listened to me in the past.” he said, anger and pain evident in his voice. “I told you not to marry that man.” The words weren’t cruel. They were burdened with regret and heartache. Elliott regretted not intervening to stop his sister when she left years ago to marry into the Blackwood family; if only he had made her stay. The regret took a firm hold on his chest.

“Why would she ask to see me of all people?” “Because Sophia is an angel from the sky. She still thinks of monsters like you even in pain.” I smiled sadistically, “The way you speak of me, you would think we weren’t married at some point.” He stared at me through the rearview mirror, “Of all my regrets, marrying you was my biggest one.” His words stung more than they should. “You know, even though you’ve hurt me to the point of no repair, I wouldn’t even say what you just said—especially to your face.”

He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine. I looked down. Divorce Papers. My breath caught. I could feel the room spin. "Why?" I whispered. The anger drained away, leaving only emptiness. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I only married you because we were fated mates," Rex said flatly. "I never loved you, Rosemarie. I tolerated you because of the bond, but Tracy is back now. I'm done pretending. I'll give you a generous settlement. You'll be financially secure."

I took out the certified copy of the divorce judgment and glanced at it. "Yes." The driver sighed. "Looks like he regrets it." I slipped the certified copy of the divorce judgment back into my bag. "Regret doesn't pay the bills."

She said she had sent Victor to prison, and then talked about the past between us. She said she regretted it. Too bad regret doesn't undo anything. Eight divorces were more than enough.

~Rose~ I spent the next few hours wandering the streets, completely lost. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had just divorced James. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this much if I had never loved him. But I did. Deeply. And now my chest ached as I thought about all the madness I endured during our marriage, the times I obsessed over him while he was out chasing other women. Eventually, my legs gave in and I decided to head home. At least there, I could find comfort… maybe even cry in my parents’ arms.