Signs Ex Husband Regrets Divorce Novels & Stories

he declared, his expression devoid of humour at this moment. For a second, I would have thought he was joking, but he wasn't. He meant every word he said to me. He had no regrets, he was bold to say every word. “We have been married for five damn years, Caleb!” I groaned bitterly. “Doesn't it make sense to you? I had to give up working as a woman and so much just to be with you, and now you suddenly want a divorce because that same ex who left you dry and low came running to you with a child?” I snapped at this moment, my irritation evident as I bit hard on my lower lip.

Walter tightly clutched the divorce agreement and shook his head vigorously. “Zara, this isn’t my signature. Believe me. I didn’t sign this. I’m not divorcing you!” He looked regretful as he sobbed and asked in a hoarse voice, “Zara, can you forgive me one last time? “I really don’t want to divorce you.” I found it laughable, seeing him like that. Back when I was with him, he could not wait to sneak out and be with Belle every day. Should he not be happy that I wanted a divorce and was letting them be together?

He asked feeling exasperated. "Not to sign it." Hailey answered in a duh tone. "She wanted me to sign it! And I can't fault her for that. It was either me or her company, and if I was her.. I would definitely choose my company." "You sure about that? You are sure you can live with the decision you have made for the rest of your life?" Marcel sighed plopping down on a couch, putting on his TV, "Of course I would regret the decision I made till the day I die. I would regret not realizing my true feelings on time, I would regret signing that divorce paper, I would regret not growing old with her."

She muttered sadly which hurt his heart. The words he was about to say got stuck in his throat, and what came out was, “Since you want a divorce, then don't think of taking anything from me! And don't you ever regret it, because I wouldn't take you back!” He gave his conditions loud and clear without being ashamed. Lisa froze, then let out a sneer, “You don't need to worry about that, I regret divorcing a cheater!” “You—” He paused, then chuckled, “Okay! I await the day you come back begging me to take you back. I want to see which man would want to keep a barren home!” He said, then snatched the divorce document and signed his name.

I asked permission from them, who looked at each other before finally nodding and leaving us. "Sarah, think again about the divorce you filed. You'll regret it. You should retract it." I tried to speak seriously to her, but she walked away, ignoring me. She only glanced at me indifferently. "I will never regret it and will never take it back." "Hey, Sarah!" She made me lose my mind. "You won't find a man who loves you like me again. You'll regret it." "You love me?" She smiled sarcastically. "You never loved me. You loved another woman. I will never be afraid of losing the one who loves me because right now, I have found him."

At this moment, Ravelina felt as if she saw Kegan’s figure within Regan. “Please give me a chance until the court calls both our names at the divorce hearing,” Regan pleaded with Ravelina. It was rare to see such a sad expression on Regan’s face. Ravelina remained silent; her heart was truly dead to Regan. “Regan, I…” “I beg you, Ravelina, give me a chance!” Regan truly looked shattered, as if he did not want to lose Ravelina from his life. He begged his wife; if necessary, Regan wanted to kneel before Ravelina right now.

I patiently wait for him to get the words together. “I want you to know that my divorce is final.” He says and I nod, not really sure what to do or say. “I have no residual feelings, regrets, questions or leftovers when it comes to my ex wife.” He says letting me go. He takes a few steps away from me and he looks nervous all of a sudden.

I can’t. It hurts too much. Once my bag is full, I walk downstairs with them trailing behind me, their voices a blur of cruelty and accusation. At the door, I turn back one last time. “I never cheated on you,” I say quietly. Elijah looks away. I leave. ——- The motel room smells like stale air and regret. I sit on the edge of the bed, hands resting over my stomach as tears finally fall freely. My father warned me. He begged me not to marry Elijah. Promised to give me everything if I walked away.

She had patted his cheek and told him he was sweet and that he would grow old if he waited for her and that she was going to marry a handsome man and have beautiful children and never think about him again. And now here she was. Thirty five years old. Divorced. Broken. Back home with nothing to show for the past three years except a thousand scars and a heart that didn't know how to trust anymore. And he was coming. After years of waiting, he was finally coming. She wondered what he wanted. Did he want to see her fall apart? Did he want to mock her for the choices she had made, for the man she had married, for the life that had crumbled around her? Did he want to say I told you so and walk a