The Regrettable Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

I already know that but I don't know why it still hits me so hard hearing Lennox say it directly to me in such a cold, brutal Unremorseful way. Tears completely blur my vision, threatening to break free this time but I struggle to hold it in. I don’t want to cry in front him, in front of them. "Since you regret marrying me so much. Then, I don't think we've anything to talk about." I controlled my voice to be low so it won't sound so shaky, then I firmly walks closer to him. "Wait for my Divorce papers.” They both look so shocked after my last statement, Lennox’s brow pulled up and his eyes squirt in daze. of course he didn’t expect the divorce to be so easy huh?!

"Okay." The answer was quick, like a well-thought-out answer. Alex Brown was so angry that his back teeth were grinding together. "Since you want to get a divorce, I'll have the divorce papers sent tomorrow." Alex Brown looked at Emma Rosy, whose cheeks were pale, and the soft part in his heart was touched, and his words were soft: "Just don't regret it." Emma Rosy opened her eyes and smiled to herself, "Alex Brown, the thing I regret most in my life is marrying you, and getting my father killed." The wind outside the window rattled the glass, and the sky was cloudy. Alex Brown sneered, "Good, very good." His eyes coldly swept over Emma Rosy's stomach,

“I think it’s time to end this charade. I am divorcing Ava Reynolds. Effective immediately.” ‎‎The world tilted. ‎‎For a heartbeat, silence. No music, no laughter, no polite coughs. Just a stunned, breathless pause before the room erupted. ‎‎“Divorcing her? Here? Tonight?” ‎‎“Is he insane?” ‎‎“Or maybe she deserves it. You know how these society marriages go.” ‎‎“She begged him on her knees. Pathetic.” ‎‎“She has no pride left.” ‎‎Laughter bubbled, harsh and cruel, mixed with gasps and shrieks. Phones were raised instantly, flashes going off like fireworks. Some recorded me, my humiliation framed forever, while others zoomed in on Daniel’s proud stance and Elizabeth’s sly little smile.

But fate had other plans. Now, she was back in his world—stronger than ever. And for the first time, Marcus felt something unfamiliar stir in his chest. Regret. If he had not agreed to divorce Lilian none of this would have happened. Lilian is really a good wife and he regretted divorcing her. He always regretted it but he never just wants to admit it. He would have found a way to compensate Lily instead of divorcing Lilian.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.

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Having seen her indifferent gaze too many times, Martin felt an unusual calmness as he said to himself, "But I do regret divorcing you." For a moment, Patricia thought she heard wrong and looked at him with wide, astonished eyes. Martin repeated, undeterred, "I truly regret it, I shouldn't have divorced you." Patricia stared at him as though she had seen a ghost. Martin regretted divorcing her. What was going on with him today? Had he taken the wrong medicine? Seeing her silent, Martin continued, "Patricia, please give me another chance. I want to make it up to you, to make it up to Charles."

Suddenly, the man wrapped his arms around her slim waist. The heat of his palm pressed through her thin clothes, making her shiver. "Your actions aren't very convincing." Whitney didn't want to argue. As long as Yvonne was safe, she could admit to anything. "You were right." Caleb asked deliberately, "Which part?" Whitney reached out to push him, trying to free herself from his hold. But she couldn't overpower him. She could only say in his arms, "I do regret about the divorce. I feel ashamed and wanted Yvonne to help me."

After a moment, he blinked, disoriented, as if waking from a nightmare. “You’re still thinking about divorce.” It was almost a whisper of regret. I didn’t understand why Gregory didn’t want to divorce me. After all, for a long time, that had been his greatest desire. His love for me was never genuine. He treated me as a pretend wife, discarding me the moment he got everything he wanted. So why did he now seem burdened by the topic of divorce? “Our marriage was an arrangement, and that arrangement is over,” I said, feeling my insides twist. “I still want the divorce, Gregory. You told me you wanted to hear it while looking into my eyes—well, here we are.”

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.