The Regrettable Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Bryce leaned in close to me, his tone icy. "Are you going crazy wanting a divorce? How dare you go to my father and fabricate lies. Do you think I'll let you go just because my father intervened?" "I didn't..." My cheeks turned red from lack of oxygen. I didn't understand why the man who had just wiped away my tears gently had suddenly changed. "Don't even think about it!" Bryce was filled with anger at being manipulated by me. "Laurette, I won't let you go. In my dictionary, there's no such thing as divorce, only widowhood."

Betty said contemptuously. Margaret cried her heart out. It was unfortunate that she was out of the right to divorce him; neither could he. Their marriage was a form of ‘debt agreement’ between their parents. Margaret's father, who incurred large debts from Ramson Shun's father, was left with no option but to give out his only daughter in marriage to Ramson Shun, with a condition of no divorce without a child. Depressed and heartbroken, Margret convinced her husband to relocate from California to New York but had her eyes on Betty all the time.

I know you must have had a lot of regret, despite me telling you I've forgiven you. It was like a big bomb that was just bring dropped! Lily roared out in anger.."I have no regrets!" "Wait, Mr Cambridge, you are presently married to this young lady? And you confidently talk about your heart skipping a bit. Geez, you are a proud flirt aren't you. Ha ha!" Richard said, then smiled at his daughter. "This is an interesting story." "I don't think this child should be listening to adult stories like this." Maria said at last after being silent for so long.

Xx location in Norway City, In the spacious hallway of a funeral home, Leonica Bryce, a beautiful blonde in her Mid twenties, stood facing the stoic face of her handsome husband, Gabriel Bryce. In the background, guests and acquaintances perambulated around, gossiping amongst themselves and sharing their condolences, but none of that mattered to Leonica as much as her husband's words did. "Let's get a divorce." Those words, laced with his deep and charming voice, rang in Leonica's ears.

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.

But I tried to let them know that it doesn't just work that way. Forgetting my husband and moving on after a solid five years… was hard. And realizing how much sacrifices he made for me that I didn't see back then and how much he tried to make us work until he stopped trying felt like chewing on pains. But he should have pushed just a little more. Maybe we'd still be here and happy. But instead he let us get divorced, leaving me broken and alone. “It feels unreal to be attending the famous Harrington's event,” Caspian enthused, his words slicing through my thoughts. “ I would call it luck for you to work with them because I bet their bases should be on another level, right?”

" Well, that's true. I don't know anything about you. But… I also think I am blamed for your situation. If I hadn't divorced you or stayed with you a bit longer—!" " Don't you dare blame yourself for everything!" I cut him off, my voice firm, my fingers tightening around the edge of the bedsheet. " I realized that it was me who has been trapped by the grief of losing my father and the divorce. Also, my mother brought Jasper and Jessica here to manipulate me from the beginning. So even if I was married to you, I might have already been trapped by their manipulation." " I am sorry," he whispered, his gaze dropping slightly.

"I'm not trying to say anything, Gerald. But it looks like you are the one having doubts. Tell me, do you regret the divorce?" "Regret? Of course not!" Gerald said with as much conviction as he could before downing another shot of whiskey. "Why would I regret it? What Desiree did was extremely wrong. She tried to take a life, then manipulated me into marrying her. Besides, you know I never loved her. Our marriage was bound to end soon anyway. I made the best decision by divorcing her." Damian wasn't fooled, staring keenly at Gerald. "Why does it feel like you're trying to convince yourself?"

“I can’t change what happened. But I can tell you this: none of it was ever meant to hurt you.” April met his gaze, and for the first time, she saw something there. Not arrogance. Not defiance. Regret. Well, that was too bad and four years too late. She tore her eyes away. “It doesn’t matter now. We’re getting divorced.” Noah didn’t argue. He just sat back, watching her carefully. Poppy sighed, raising her glass. “Well. Since this night has turned into a train wreck, we might as well drink to it.” Sophie clinked her glass against hers. “To messy pasts and complicated presents.”

“You’ve given more blood this month than usual. I’ve already paid you.” She lifted her head then, meeting his gaze without fear. “Let’s simply get a divorce.” The words struck him, but he refused to show it. He stared at her, convinced it was another act of rebellion. “Jenna, don’t regret your decision.” She smiled—a smile he would later realize was already broken. “What I regret most is marrying you two years ago.” He said nothing. Not a word to stop her. Not a single question asking why. When the divorce certificate was placed in her hands, he only said, “Let’s go to the hospital.”