Regrets After Divorce Novels & Stories

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

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

If you can divorce me, why can't you come and see me? "I want to ask you if you regret divorcing me now that you can see how much I've accomplished, and if you regret abandoning me during the darkest time of my life!" I stood behind him, reading the comments that were cursing me and telling me to go and die. There was a lump in my throat, and I wanted to cry. I didn't regret divorcing Ansel, nor did I regret abandoning him. If I could go back in time, I would do the same thing.

chaos on the bed. “Sharon has left! She doesn’t love you anymore. Don’t waste your tears crying for a woman like her!” But Bruce continued to roar, seemingly not listening to Aileen’s words. “Why did you leave when I’m paralyzed now? But you don’t have to worry. My legs will get better in the future. I don’t want a divorce with you.” Aileen sighed in annoyance. “Bruce! Listen to Mom! You are a strong person! She’s not worth it.” Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes.

I was frozen and speechless for a moment, dumbfounded by the emotion that I saw in her eyes. She echoed her request, softer this time: "Once we have Raina back, I'd like to mend our marriage." I couldn't suppress the rage that had been building—"You asked for a divorce, Faith!" I blurted out, even as I knew how much pain I was causing. She shook her head lovingly. "Being away from you made me realize I don't want to leave you," she whispered, her voice trembling with regret and yearning.

I started missing Justin less and loving myself more. I had worked enough for our relationship. Maybe I could have tried harder, dug deeper into his problems, or forced him to talk to me. But my therapist made me realize that one-sided effort never worked for anything. The words had hurt when I first heard them. But they were true. So I decided to let it go. It had been almost seven and a half months since our divorce and eight months since my Dad's departure. Two massive blows that had wounded my heart too badly. Even now, the pain had not completely disappeared. It felt like a silent ache sitting quietly in the back of my mind, surfacing whenever I least expected it.

I touched it gently. Three years ago, I gave up my career for this marriage. Three years later, I was leaving with nothing. Tears gently rolled down from my eyes I looked around the villa one last time. “This is goodbye,” I whispered. The next morning, the divorce was finalized. By afternoon, I was gone. Adrian did not know. He did not know that the woman he divorced that day was no longer the same woman he once ignored. And he definitely did not know that one day, he would regret signing those papers more than anything else in his life.

“If you keep throwing around the word divorce like an untrained dog just to get a reaction from me, it’s going to backfire.” “I don’t want a reaction from you,” she shot back, her voice firm despite the way her heart hammered. “I want a divorce.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. That word again. Divorce. Over the past few days, it had started to grate on him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Now, hearing it again only made it worse. “Are you that desperate,” he said coldly, “to get the freedom to run around with your lovers openly?”

“What do I have to do to convince you that the past won’t repeat itself? We have kids now, and everything has changed. I wouldn’t put them through something like that.” She was silent. “I know you have every right to say you don’t trust me or you’re scared of giving me a second chance, but please, don’t let my past mistakes define what we could have now.” “Why do you keep on fighting for me? Even when I am with other men? Why haven’t you given up on me after so many years?” That was an easy question. “I tried to date other people, but I always looked for you in them. I fumbled badly and the divorce was the biggest regret of my life. You’re so special Valerie and I can’t see myself with anyon

I shift my eyes to her and let her see the truth of my words “Was just wondering how our daughter would have looked like, had we had another baby after Noah” “You didn’t want any more children with me” she points out as pain and heartache filters through her soul. “I know” I sigh. “It’s one of my many regret” Fuck. I had a lot of regrets and so much to make up for. Not just the years during our marriage, but even before that.