The Regrettable Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

“Anna, are you still bitter that I remarried after our divorce?” Anna’s laugh was soft, almost musical. “Oh, the dragon finally speaks.” She leaned forward, eyes glinting. “Correction, Andy—I divorced you. You didn’t have the balls to divorce me because you knew you couldn’t live without me.” Vivian leaned closer, whispering, “That’s my girl.” She grinned wide, loving every second of it. Pregnancy hadn’t softened her mouth—it had sharpened it. Anna turned back to Andy. “You know, I thought maybe you’d changed. But no. You’re still the same arrogant, self-absorbed jerk.”

“Take your divorce papers. “And remember this. “I’m the one divorcing you. “My parents treated you so well, and you deliberately misled me into letting them die. “I regret ever marrying you.”

Sharon called out to me from behind in a fit of rage, "Henry Palmer, stop right there! Don't you dare forget that you were the one who got down on your knees and begged me to marry you! You don't have the right to demand a divorce!" In her rush to chase after me, her high heel caught, and she stumbled. Luckily, Gabriel caught her just in time. Sharon's eyes were bloodshot as she glared at my retreating back. Seeing that I was truly walking away, she screamed after me in defiance, "Fine! We're getting a divorce! Don't you dare regret it!" How could I possibly regret it? Throwing away my own life for Sharon was the only thing I truly regretted. When I stepped out of the office building, I noti

Chapter 21 *Seven Years Earlier* Liam’s POV “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.

She paced once around the desk, then came back to it. Her mind was racing too fast to hold onto a single thought. Why? Why would he want to divorce her? They had argued, yes. They had drifted. But divorce? She thought of the night before he left. The way he’d pulled her close in the kitchen. I’m trying to build us. Her chest tightened painfully. Build what? An exit? She flipped through the pages again, slower this time, searching. There had to be more. There had to be a letter. A reason. Some cruel explanation tucked between legal jargon, but there was nothing.

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.

And they had lived many years being happy together. But the perfect life of his was shattered when Vera left him for another man. A richer and more powerful man. It was a painful divorce without a prenuptial agreement which had cost Marco a lot of money and time fighting for custody of his children. I visited him a day before Vincent’s wedding, to comfort him as a good friend he had always been to me. We talked for hours. Tears and laughter made us forgot about the pain we went through together. And he came up with a plan after I had told him my side of the story about Vincent Verdi. A brilliant plan that could solve the conflict I had with both men, Vincent and Calvin.

I held his jaw gently, the same spot his stubble always brushed against my fingers. “There’s a tech gala in a month or so,” I reminded him playfully. “Priorities, mister Josh. You know we have to focus on rising to the top. M&J is already getting attention just the way a book I recently came across on goodnovel, ‘He Regrets after the countdown to our divorce’ is getting some attention from one famous ‘Ma Christine Owings’ and we need to keep that pace to maintain that prestige.” He huffed a little laugh, shaking his head like he was amused and tired but proud all at once.

She had walked out on her husband in the middle of the night and signed divorce papers and left her old life behind in ashes. She was not a teenager with a crush. She was not a young woman waiting for her first date. She was a grown adult who had seen the worst of what men could do, who had been lied to and cheated on and made to feel small and worthless and invisible for three long years. But this wasn't just any man.