Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

"Let's get a divorce." I threw the divorce papers at him. "Nina, you're exaggerating." He stared at me coldly. "You won't sign them? Fine. I'll take them to court. I'm sure the press will have a field day with that." ***For years, Nina has hoped that Jaxon’s coldness would thaw, that the bond they should have shared as mates would finally blossom into real love. However, when she got pregnant and was informed of the miscarriage, her heart was broken. Jaxon only loved his ex-girlfriend, and when Nina divorced Jaxon, he found out that she was the hidden Alpha heir of the Valens Pack. How can he win her back?

After five years of marriage, Julian Hart discarded his "barren" wife for his pregnant mistress. He left Evelyn for dead on a cold marble floor, never realizing the secret she was carrying. Evelyn survived, but she woke up with no memory of the man who destroyed her. Now, with a powerful protector by her side, she is no longer a submissive placeholder. As she rises to power, Julian finally realizes the price of his betrayal. He wants a second chance. She wants his ruin.

Watch me roast my ex husband that set me up and humiliated me, just to make his way out of our marriage and put the blame on me. Well i made him regret it while having the best moment of my life with my new man.

Blurb “To the rainbow of my life—the woman who supported my dreams, who cheers me on, my number one fan. You are such an amazing soul…” I thought I was all of that to him—until he gave those words to another woman on stage. In that moment, I felt cheated of everything: hope, love, happiness—especially with everything I was already going through. And this was all I could say: “Love is a petty little thing.” So let me give you one piece of advice— Don’t fall in love.

The day after my first shift, my Alpha mate Marcus Stone couldn’t wait to mark me as his Luna. He was the most powerful Alpha in Northern Regions. Rumors said he kept his distance from every beautiful she-wolf. Only I was the exception. Every anniversary, he would give me an exquisite red haute couture dress and a carefully arranged bouquet of moonflowers. I thought he loved the scent of moonflowers, so even though I was allergic to them, I happily accepted the gifts every time. Until at our mating ceremony anniversary banquet, I saw Marcus's childhood sweetheart Rose wearing a red dress, adorned with moonflower decorations. That's when I realized it was Rose who loved red dresses and moonflowers. Even when I was attacked by rogue wolves and lost our baby, he was by his first love's side. After learning the truth, I decided to leave him completely.

"Say it again!" His husky voice sent shivers down to my core. "Pl-please...I-I want you," my voice betrayed. He let out a dark chuckle, leaning to my ear. "Say it louder, Munchkin...I want this empty classroom vibrating with your voice," he teased. *** When two different worlds meet, the attractions pull them closer like a magnet but at the same time could be very dangerous without caution. She's the school janitor's daughter who lives in her world of delusion, believing love could exist once you've set your heart on it while he's the popular handsome jock, billionaire's son who breaks girls with such mindsets. What happens when a ticking spark that has been lying dormant for years within them ignites? It goes BOOM! WARNING: Contains strong vulgar languages, sexual scenes, erotic contents, triggering situations, and lots more.

Zareth Vale's life was a life of rejection: rejected by her father, ridiculed for being wolfless, but loved only by her sister who was later to the  most powerful Lycan King in the land. There was one problem, however. Before the wedding… Zareth had already spent a sinful night in his bed. And now she’s carrying his child. Zareth refuses to ruin her sister's happiness, and vows to take  the secret to her grave. However, on a sacred heir ritual, the power of the Lycan King recognizes her unborn baby, rather than his Luna's, which reveals a betrayal that tears the kingdom apart.  Soon she was hated by the palace, falsely accused for killing the princess' wolf, and rejected by the one who marked her, Zareth loses everything, including her  baby. However, when the facts are revealed, it could be too late. Because the mate the lycan king had  cast away only has thirty days left to live.

The wedding had been postponed ninety-nine times. I called the wedding planner and told them to change the bride's name to Ivy Sterling, Charles Hart's childhood sweetheart. "Donna, are you sure?" the planner asked cautiously. "This time, the Don didn't postpone again." I heard the surprise in his voice. My answer was calm. "Yes. Change it to Ivy Sterling." From the very beginning, Charles gave only one instruction for the wedding: "Adjust the decorations according to Ivy's taste." He explained that Ivy had good taste, that she would only serve as a reference for our wedding. But every choice, the flowers, the favors, the entrance music, was made by Ivy. Even my wedding dress. She had said lightly, "A mermaid silhouette suits her better." So I decided to give the entire wedding, steeped in her presence, to them. And I walked away from this farce completely. From now on, let him keep his old dreams. I will go and enjoy my own boundless sky.

The day after I gave my fiancé, Don Antonio Rossi, the cold shoulder, he took Sofia to Alicante for a romantic getaway. He expected me to explode like I always had before—trash his study, start a fight, maybe even put another bullet through Sofia’s head. After all, my arrogance and temper were infamous in the mafia world. But this time, I did nothing. When he came back a month later, he realized I had changed. He deliberately handed the arms route I managed over to Sofia, and I surrendered it without protest. He publicly criticized my competence to build Sofia’s authority, and I lowered my head and accepted every accusation. Even when he announced at a family meeting that the ports under my control would be transferred to Sofia, I nodded calmly. Sofia smiled at him triumphantly. “See? I told you. A spoiled principessa like Isabelle just needs the cold treatment. Once she’s afraid of losing you, she’ll behave.” Antonio believed her completely. That night, he held me in his arms and promised. “Darling, you finally look like a proper donna now. I’ve already reserved the church. Next month, I’ll give you the lavish wedding you’ve always wanted.” I only smiled at him and said nothing. What that fool didn’t know was that before he left for that trip, the document he signed was an agreement terminating our engagement.

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!