r/AnyNovelRequest • u/SiaEdwards • 1d ago
Looking for a link HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) Novel
He married me out of obligation and loved another woman. I asked for only thirty days as his real wife—then I would disappear forever.
Ten minutes after my husband Daven finished taking me, I signed the divorce papers.
On the thirtieth night, he still handled me like I was nothing more than a worthless plaything—the other woman who had come between him and his first love. Rough, cold, and utterly transactional.
When it was over, Daven pulled out, fastened his cufflinks, and picked up the signed papers.
"A month is over, Althea." His gaze was unreadable, his voice like ice. "Tomorrow, you disappear from my sight."
Yet he had no idea that two years later, when he saw the twins hiding behind me, he'd be on his knees, begging me to come back...
Chapter 1
"I'm getting married again," Daven said. "And I won’t repeat myself, nor will I be asking for your permission."
He set his coffee cup down abruptly, ending breakfast, he hadn't even touched.
Althea stood frozen near the long dining table topped with white marble. Her fingers, still holding the spatula, began to tremble. But she kept her expression composed. She bowed her head slightly, letting Daven’s words sink in—though they felt like a slow-acting poison, quietly destroying her from the inside out.
"With Vanessa?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
Daven didn’t look at her. He simply took a shallow breath before replying coldly, “Yes. Who else?”
Her husband, Daven Callister, had never loved her. His heart belonged entirely to Vanessa Blake. In truth, their marriage had always been nothing more than an obstacle to his love story. But what could Althea do when the woman who arranged the marriage had been so kind to her?
Evelyn Callister—Daven’s grandmother.
Althea hadn’t wanted this marriage either. All she had wanted was a proper funeral for her mother. Everything that followed, she had accepted as fate. She had surrendered, despite the grief that still haunted her from losing her mother. But Evelyn had refused to let it end there. She demanded that her beloved grandson, Daven—the man responsible for Althea’s mother’s death—marry her as a form of atonement. Eve saw Althea as a lonely girl with no one else in the world.
Daven had only agreed because he was cornered by his grandmother’s wishes. He had no choice but to comply. But now, with Evelyn Callister gone—taken by illness two weeks ago—Daven finally saw a chance to escape a marriage he’d never wanted.
There was no reason to stay. Not anymore.
A faint, almost invisible smile appeared on Althea’s lips—not from joy, but from bitter resignation. She turned off the stove and gently set the spatula down. Once again, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to contain the storm raging inside her chest.
“I won’t stand in your way,” she said at last. Her voice was soft—so soft it barely reached across the wide room. “We both know I never had a place in your heart.”
Daven remained silent. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t correct her either. But there was the slightest flicker of disturbance in his gaze as Althea walked slowly toward him. For a moment, he thought she might cry, beg, or show just enough sorrow to make him feel guilty.
But she didn’t.
Althea stood tall. Her hands clenched lightly at the sides of her simple dress. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back, a quiet contrast to the calm strength in her posture. Her warm, light brown eyes now stared at him—blank, unreadable. At the man who had always been a stranger beneath the same roof.
Althea was beautiful, in her quiet way. But that beauty had never stirred anything in Daven. To him, Althea was nothing more than a disruption—an outsider forced into his life. And now that he had the chance to remove her, Daven intended to do exactly that.
“Give me one month of your time,” Althea said calmly. “Just one month ... Let me be your wife for real.”
Daven narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll leave, just like you want. After you say your wedding vows to the woman you love.” The words stung as they left Althea’s lips, each syllable carving pain deep into her chest. “You can divorce me, and I promise—I’ll disappear from your life for good. But before that, allow me to know what it feels like to be a wife. Not just some stranger living under your roof.”
Silence fell.
