The Regrettable Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

And for the first time in what felt like eternity, I felt truly alone. The days that followed were even worse. Sophie filed for divorce and restraining order almost immediately. Margaret remained triumphant, observing the destruction with clinical precision. Ryan was torn, agonizing, filled with guilt and a yearning he could not articulate. I was left with nothing but regret. And yet… even in the darkness, there was a spark of something unspoken, a connection with Ryan that neither scandal nor rage could erase. I understood then that nothing in my life would ever return to the way it was.

“I’m still your brother’s wife. We’re not divorced.” Dora froze. Fiona went silent. Those two words— ‘not divorced’— stabbed straight into Dora’s nerves. “And if I’m not mistaken,” Stella continued lightly, “that divorce agreement you prepared was meant to leave me with nothing, wasn’t it?” “Regretting now that you didn’t just hand me five billion and tell me to disappear?” Dora’s face twisted. Yes— She regretted it. She regretted not offering the money outright. Because now—

I swiped my thumb across the screen, letting out a short breath as I readied myself for the conversation. “Isa, can we talk?” “About?” I tried to keep my tone casual even though my heart threatened to burst out of my chest. “The divorce. I’m not going to stop you or beg you. I want this to go away just as easily. I’ve been thinking about what happened. And I realized I didn’t regret kissing Olivia. What I regretted was you seeing it.” His honesty blindsided me. I thought… I guess from the way he was following me back at the house, the way he was begging me… I thought he wanted to fight it.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

"You're right. I have to remind myself of that constantly. Rita deserves to move on and find happiness, even if it hurts to see it happening right in front of me." His friend offered a sympathetic smile. "You look pretty bummed out, man. Regretted already?" Regret? Maybe, Jaden sighed heavily. Meanwhile, at the other end of the bar, Rita finished her conversation with Noah, her heart filled with conflicting emotions. She couldn't help but glance in Jaden's direction, noticing his brooding figure in the corner. A pang of guilt and sadness washed over her, but she cared less. The only thing her thought was playing and ringing in her head is "You both are now divorced, this is an opportunity to

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

I went on. “Alright, Fred, darling, I guess if you really think that’s best…” she trailed off, her mood signaling otherwise. “But please, let’s get these divorce procedures sorted as soon as possible. I only have so much patience to give.” Nodding, I left the room. I needed some air. The house was a circus show, with Em’s belongings scattered across every room, not just the bedroom. Looking at the mess Nancy had created, irritation rose in me again and I kicked aside the clutter strewn all over the floor. Knocking something hard with my foot, the exterior of a bright red book caught my attention.

"I thought you should know that your daughter has abandoned her marriage vows, taken a child away from his father, and is now—well, I'll let you draw your own conclusions about her relationship with her new employer." The silence on the other end of the line was thick with unspoken judgment. "She divorced you," Robert repeated slowly. "Abandoned her marriage." "Without warning. Without attempting counseling or reconciliation. She simply decided she was done and left." Thomas injected just the right amount of wounded dignity into his voice. "I tried to make our marriage work despite—well, despite everything. But apparently my efforts weren't enough." "She was never grateful," Robert muttered,

CHAPTER 111— PREPARE FOR HIM “Yes. That is exactly what you’re supposed to do. Not because I told you, not because the city will hate her, not because your reputation will recover—but because you, Larry Jonathan, deserve a life that isn’t defined by chaos and deceit.” I felt the words hit like a slap. Divorce her. Me. After everything. After the fights, the stolen moments, the mess I’d buried inside myself for years… she was telling me to cut it all off.

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