The Regrettable Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Three years since I signed those divorce papers with my own damn hands. I stare down at my hands… could I just fucking cut them? I believe I should, but then how would I go after Rory when I’m handicapped? I cursed under my breath, recalling every single thing from back then. I told and convinced myself that I was doing the right thing. That she deserved better than a man who might not make it out alive. But I never expected the regret for my actions to feel like this… like a dull knife pressed against my ribs, cutting out pieces of me night after night. And hunting me with the look in her eyes when I handed her those papers

Their enjoinment into marital bloc ignited the fire of regrettable irregularities and frustrations accompanying a wrong choice of mate, abscond, impetuosity and excommunication, fray and frazzle, insubordination, elopement, divorce discord, re-betrothal and suicide… PROLOGUE …She had wounded him. Of course he had been wounded even more because of her divorce resolution and elopement strategy. Perhaps ,worst of all was that no matter how badly he was hurt, no matter how terrible his life become, or how many frictions that would arise and settle while he watched die, he never felt she has the right to divorce him. Instead of acknowledging the price he paid, she felt terrible for feeling that h

I came from a human noble family that had long since fallen on hard times. Five years ago, I found a vampire in the forest, badly wounded by hunters and with no memory of who he was. Cassian and I fell in love. He said he would love me the same way for the rest of his life. Then hunters attacked again, and he took another bullet protecting me. When he woke in the hospital, every one of Cassian's memories had come back. He was the heir of the vampire prince, and he had a fiancee waiting for him. Overnight, the husband who had sworn to protect me forever began looking at me with distaste. I stood outside his hospital room and heard him say it. "Marrying that human was an accident. "I'll divorc

I quickly got out and threw open the door of the bar. "Drinks. Beer. Now," I growled at the bartender on my way to a table where no one was. Just as I was about to pound on the table to demand service again, a waiter arrived with the drinks. "Get me more," I said. I downed bottle after bottle almost as fast as the waiter served it. Now, I had to admit that I regretted my decision to divorce Amelia. That regret had been lurking at the back of my mind for a while, but now it had come to the fore. What had even possessed me to do such a crazy thing and divorce her in the first place? Maybe it was because she was usually so colorless, mousy, and such a pushover. And she had not been able to give

Upon hearing that, Lucas scoffed in disbelief, his eyes narrowed to slits. “What? What did you say?” “I said, Lucas Brown, let's get a divorce and let's end this nightmare here. I will never give Aurora another drop of my blood. You know what my biggest regret is? My biggest regret is marrying you three years ago, I don't ever want to set my eyes on you again.” After saying these words, I turned my gaze away from him, grabbing and biting down on the blankets hard to stop myself from wailing loudly. Lucas sneered at me.

The day my husband kicked me off the Rinaldi family council, Irene Costa was sitting in my chair. She had been engaged to his late brother. She was wearing my pearl necklace, and the brooch pinned to her chest was reserved for the Donna of the Rinaldi family. My mother had left me that necklace. I kept it in a safe, and the only person who knew the combination was my husband, Victor Rinaldi. He looked at me, his voice cold. "Irene is taking your place at tonight's South Port negotiation. When you learn to control your jealousy, I'll give you your seat back." No one at the table said a word. My pin, my necklace, and the South Port proposal I'd spent three months working on now lay in front of

~Rose~ I spent the next few hours wandering the streets, completely lost. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had just divorced James. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this much if I had never loved him. But I did. Deeply. And now my chest ached as I thought about all the madness I endured during our marriage, the times I obsessed over him while he was out chasing other women. Eventually, my legs gave in and I decided to head home. At least there, I could find comfort… maybe even cry in my parents’ arms.

he said. There was no love in any of the words that came out of Chris’s mouth. How ironic. Finally, thirteen years of marriage had to end badly, and all because of my mistakes and stupidity. If only I could have controlled my wild sexual desires, maybe this divorce wouldn’t have happened. Regret always comes at the end. That afternoon, I left the mansion I had lived in for thirteen years. The servants helped me pack all my belongings and put them in the car.

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

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.