The Regrettable Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Jonathan still didn't seem to believe me after I said that. "Did you become like this because I divorced you and I left you like an abandoned building?" he asked. "You should realize your own attitude," I said sarcastically again, then turned my gaze in another direction. "Oh, come on, Kyle! Why are you so upset with me? You also agreed to our divorce-" "You forced me, Mr. Jonathan. Don't forget that." I heard Jonathan's long exhale of exasperation. "There are always meetings and separations in every relationship. Our marriage was a sham anyway," Jonathan said again without feeling guilty.

It was the same ring he gave me at the beach years ago. “You know it is sweet how you got this ring,” I said, he smiled taking my hand. “When I saw it, I knew it was meant for you,” he said. “Looking back you deserve the world,” “I love you,” “I love you too,” AUTHOR NOTE: To my dear readers, We’ve reached the end of The Marriage He Burns: The Divorce He Regrets… and what a journey it has been. This story was never just about love, it was about timing, pride, wounds we pretend don’t exist, and the quiet, dangerous things left unsaid. It was about how love can both heal and destroy, how two people can stand in the same room yet live in entirely different emotional worlds.

That one word had never appeared in Gerard's dictionary, not even when he was being a punk, but now he was feeling it. He regretted it. He regretted everything that happened three years ago. He regretted following his grandfather’s order to divorce his beloved. He regretted putting an act with his childhood friend, Mia so that Ivy would agree to divorce him. But what was the point of regretting everything that had happened? It couldn't change the fact that he divorced her while she was pregnant with his child. It couldn't bring his beloved wife back from the dead. But oh, how he wished it could.

“That’s not the worst part, can you believe that some people actually think that you came back after all this time because you regret divorcing him?” “What?” If there was anything I was certain I wouldn’t regret, it would be divorcing Dominic because it was so obvious that he was willing to discard me so easily for Vivian. Why on earth would I want a man like that back? Someone that gave up on us so easily and had only agreed to marry me because his true love left him. “They even believe you’re regretting the divorce and want to seduce him.” “Seduce him for what? He is the one that won’t leave me alone.”

At once, he understood that there had to be something in the air between the two of them. But even if that was the case, so what? Tristan no longer had the right to get mad at her for anything. He had already divorced her. He suddenly recalled something. During Regina's birthday, Madeline had witnessed her own husband being lovey-dovey with another woman—even kissing each other right under her nose. He figured that Madeline must have felt a lot worse back then compared to what he was feeling now. He had brought everything on himself, and he had to deal with the consequences by himself as well.

She covered her face and sobbed, she looked up again with tear filled eyes "he had an accident, I was ready to stay with him to take care of him but he chose a nurse over me and just to avoid me from helping him, he had all those tables constructed and sets his alarm to wake him up. And then as a woman that I am, I decided to test my husband's love for me, I left home and in the two months I left home, my stupid God forsaken husband didn't even call to know how I'm doing!" She shouted and sobbed at the same time, she took a deep breath and calmed herself down "my only regret now is why I didn't divorce him sooner, I should have known this wasn't going to work, I shouldn't have accepted this

That I’d say the right thing and everything would go back to the way it was supposed to be. But it’s not. She’s filing for divorce, and I’m too stunned to process any of it. I thought I was smarter than this. I thought I had everything under control. Clearly, I was wrong. I lean back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where the hell it all went wrong. The miscarriage? Yeah, that fucked everything up. But this started long before that. This started when I married her, thinking it was enough to just have her by my side, without ever bothering to let her in.

Julian’s arrogant words echoed in my mind, making me feel unexpectedly sad. How deeply had I once loved that man to let him hurt me so recklessly? Did he have the confidence to wound me like that because he knew how much I loved him? If I really went through with the divorce… what if I regained my memories one day? How would I face the part of me that might still love him? Doubt crept in. … After the flowers were taken care of, Miles and I quietly shared a rich, satisfying dinner. Mary was warm and welcoming, and her cooking was fantastic.

The good life she'd been living these past few years was nothing but a fleeting dream. Now, she came to me, begging for forgiveness. "Willow, we're family. You can't just watch me end up on the street." I let out a cold laugh. "We were never family." As for John, the Webb family sent him overseas. We never spoke again.

Perhaps he had expected me to beg. To fight. To refuse the divorce. Instead, I simply picked up my suitcase. “I’m leaving.” As I walked toward the door, Adrian suddenly grabbed my wrist. His touch made my skin crawl. “You’ll regret this.” I stared at his hand. Then back at him. “You divorced me.” “I know.” “You cheated on me.” His jaw tightened. “I know.” “You humiliated me in front of the entire city.” He remained silent. “So tell me, Adrian…” “What exactly am I supposed to regret?”