Signs Ex Husband Regrets Divorce Novels & Stories

He breathed out, already regretting what he's just done. What was he thinking? He was frustrated that they failed their last two matches but why did it have to come in between him and his wife. He immediately vacate out of the kitchen, not wanting to see her falling apart for he can't take it. They both need this space but why divorce?! He grip his head and kept walking down the curb with regret pouring from every pore of his being. This was not in his plans...

"How could you process the divorce when I didn't give you back the document you signed?" His question surprises me. It's been years and I thought I wasn't going to remember those details. But, even though I wondered, I can't tell her that I sent Eugene to take one of the many divorce agreements she sent me and sign it again to process the divorce. If I do, it would get Eugene in big trouble. "Why so surprised that we are ex-spouses? That's what you wanted, isn't it, you're a lucky man, you've been indulged in your desires" I whisper and he looks at me completely stunned, as if remembering something.

I would be a certified fool to fall for this. He always calls me a trickster, but right now, he is the real one. “Well, thank you for taking responsibility for your actions,” I say, folding my arms over my chest just in case he tries to touch me again. “Meanwhile, while we’re here and out of Grandmother’s ears, I would like to remind you that you still haven’t signed the divorce papers.” His face falls. Disappointment flashes in his eyes. What exactly is he disappointed about? “Please try and sign them today. We shouldn’t waste any more time.”

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.

Since he had already signed the divorce agreement, he could only hope that Ophelia would not divorce him. It would all be over if Ophelia got angry because of his daughter’s words and asked him to get a divorce certificate. Although Greg had said that he did not want Ophelia to be unhappy in her lifetime, he regretted it the more he thought about it. He became even more eager to reconcile with Ophelia. However, he had already signed the divorce agreement, and he could not take it back. He could only hope that Ophelia would not ask to apply for a divorce certificate.

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

I continued, "All these years, you know very well how much I've done for you and for the company. He may have signed off on my resignation, but if you had treated me as someone important in the company, my resignation wouldn't have gone through in the first place. "And if you hadn't been so eager to travel abroad with him and had taken just two minutes to look at the divorce agreement I gave you, this divorce wouldn't have gone through so smoothly. "Ruby, you've long stopped loving me. Even without Wilbur, there would have been countless other men. Being married to you was exhausting. I don't have the strength left to love you anymore." With every word I spoke, Ruby's face grew a shade paler

He said calmly. “I just, well- I just saw the divorce as an opportunity for us to be together finally. No more skulking about, no more secrets. But it was selfish of me to ask you to abandon your son.” She sniffled. “Hey, really. It is okay. I should have seen things from your perspective as well.” He said, stroking her hair. “So you forgive me?” She asked. “I could never stay mad at you.” He said in reply, “Just wait for it.” He said, “Once I have my son, we can be a family. All three of us.”

I opened it with a swipe, and reading the last messages left me convinced that my thoughts weren't just mere imagination. It all happened; my husband divorced me for real. Before I signed it that very day, he had sent to me the soft divorce papers. A sharp pain in my chest caused me to clutch at my bedsheet. The pain of not being able to receive the love I gave was a deep sense of failure. The ludicrous things I did for this love thing are things I wouldn't do anymore. Indeed, stupid love that isn't reciprocated is the worst thing that could happen to anyone.

And I was holding him to it. “The divorce papers?” He looked up at me and I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes. But I couldn’t let myself care. I reminded myself of our marriage and the way he had treated me all those years. His feeble apologies now didn’t make up for the years of neglect. “Yes, Jordyn,” I replied, lifting my chin. “Sign them. Let’s be done with this once and for all.” “Why now?” he asked. “I mean, what’s the rush?”