Regrets After Divorce Novels & Stories

Jonathan still didn't seem to believe me after I said that. "Did you become like this because I divorced you and I left you like an abandoned building?" he asked. "You should realize your own attitude," I said sarcastically again, then turned my gaze in another direction. "Oh, come on, Kyle! Why are you so upset with me? You also agreed to our divorce-" "You forced me, Mr. Jonathan. Don't forget that." I heard Jonathan's long exhale of exasperation. "There are always meetings and separations in every relationship. Our marriage was a sham anyway," Jonathan said again without feeling guilty.

If I hadn't known the truth a long time ago, I might have been moved by her display of motherly love. "I'm glad you're safe. As long as you're safe, these years of my coma have been worth it..." "Ryan, I heard from Jessica. You got married, but Grandpa wouldn't let you marry her..." "Oh look at me, saying all this. Ms. Wilson, please don't mind. They were so in love back then. I just feel regretful." I smiled ambiguously. "Please don’t mind? For the sake of your daughter, Mr. Frost and I are getting divorced soon."

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

That question again. Always too late. Lena finally looked up. “Because I wanted one thing in my life untouched by legacy.” Her voice was steady. “You.” The word hit him harder than any accusation. She held his gaze. “And I was wrong.” Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Regret settling like dust. Then she walked past him. But just before reaching the door, she stopped. Without turning back, she said: “The tragedy isn’t that you divorced me, Sebastian.” A pause.

Before I left, I met Ivy one last time. “Julian, I know I was wrong. Can we go back to how things were?” Standing there, heavily pregnant with teary eyes, she begged me to remarry her. Never had I ever seen her humbled herself like this before. Perhaps, she truly regretted it. Alas, it was all too late. Forcing myself to stay calm and hold my temper, I said, “You’re carrying another man’s child. How am I supposed to marry you? You don’t really think I’m foolish enough to be someone else’s fall guy, do you?”

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

Never straight, always bitter when talking to people. "You're so going to regret being this arrogant, Hunter." Cole spat and I chuckled. Someone needs to tell him that I've been regretting for a while now. Not just a while, for over a year actually. My regret started the day I put my signature on the divorce papers. "Just tell me what it is. Is it Tyler stirring up my house to find out my location? Tell him I'm on Columbia island. He can come to get Claire. I won't stop him." I said in a hoarse voice. Cole went silent for a few minutes.

I asked him again, raising my voice “You said you love. You said you wanted to marry me. Now you want a divorce?” He asked with a cold expression “Now I regret it,” I said “KIM!” he shouts my name “I regret it, and I want to leave!” I said, raising my voice at him “KIM!” he shouts my name again as if trying to caution me “What!” I replied

I scrolled, reading the remaining speech from Nathan, my breath stalling. "Since the divorce, I have reflected on our years as a couple and feel regret. I respect her decision, but I cannot deny the loss. And if you ever see us together again, it will be because I'm trying to win her back."

He repeated. I scoffed, hating his voice. "What do you mean by this? If you are talking about the divorce, read the damn document and do not disturb me." "Thalia, I – I made a mistake. I apologized to you but you shouldn't divorce me because of it." Was it something of pride? Like a mere apology can fix everything? I turned to him, "No, the only thing I regret was not divorcing you sooner. Who do you think I am? A nanny that will take care of Mirelle's pregnancy? Hell no."