Todos los capítulos de Forgiven Once, but Never Again: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

Tristan's POVMegan said nothing in response to Ian's taunt. Instead, she stayed by his side, as if her actions were enough to tell me that he was right.She calmly looked at me and said, "Stop making a fool of yourself, Tristan. Delete the photos, apologize to Ian, and I'll come home with you."Ever since Megan suffered from postpartum depression, I had never once mentioned the son we lost in front of her. That loss felt like a permanent thorn lodged in my heart, yet she had no problem letting Tristan rub it in my wounds over and over again.I looked Megan straight in the eyes and smirked. "Fine. I'll apologize."A flash of condescension and triumph flashed in Ian's eyes.I stepped up to him. Before anyone in the room could process what was happening, I grabbed a plate of food off the table and dumped it upside down, slamming it onto his head.The bystanders had gotten quite a show. They pulled out their phones and started taking photos of Ian's face.Megan finally snapped out

Tristan's POVI continued, "I'm not Aiden's father. If you believe I killed him, you may call the police. But if you keep up this mess, I'll sue you for defamation."Megan's eyes widened at my words, while Ian kept wailing hysterically. "Your son is dead, so you don't want mine to live either! You're jealous! You're just envious that Megan and I have a son together!"Megan shoved me away and helped Ian up from the floor. Her voice was cold and resolute as she said, "I was completely wrong about you, Tristan. This isn't over."She stormed away with Ian by her side. The parting look she threw at me was full of raw hatred, as if she wanted nothing more than to rip me to shreds.…From that day onward, Megan completely disappeared.She blocked my number, had me blacklisted across social media platforms, and never returned home again. However, every so often, Ian would send me photos.She had moved in to stay with Ian all this time. I blocked all his burner accounts with practic

Third-Person POVMegan panickedly pulled out a medical file hidden at the bottom of the first-aid kit. The pages were ripped to shreds and taped back together.The word "depression" on the diagnosis report seemed to stab into her eyes. It was Aiden's medical record.Megan froze. Since when had Aiden been diagnosed with depression? How could she have no idea? Ian had never mentioned it to her either.She searched the drawers in the bedside table and, sure enough, found a white pill bottle. After looking it up online, she confirmed that it was antidepressant medication.A violent buzzing sounded in her mind. She jumped to her feet, ready to confront Ian and demand an explanation about Aiden's illness. But just as she reached the door, a phone notification stopped her.It was the phone she had bought for Aiden. She had told him that if he ever missed her, he could use that number to call her anytime.But in all the time since her divorce from Ian, her phone had never rung with Aide

Third-Person POVThe only response Megan received from the other end of the line was a cold, automated voice.Still, she refused to give up and dialed the number dozens of times until her battery died and the phone powered off.The pain in her shoulder reminded her that this time, Tristan would never forgive her again. He had watched Ian scatter their son's ashes into the wind, so how could he ever forgive her after that?"That's the third cut. Now, we're even." Tristan's voice echoed relentlessly in her mind.Since Megan couldn't locate Tristan, her only option was to call the police right away. Then, she hired a lawyer, determined to get justice for Aiden.But after she left the police station, Ian vanished without a trace.All this time, Megan barely had a night of peaceful sleep. She was worried about Ian being on the run, as well as the fact that she had no idea where Tristan was.It wasn't until a week later that she finally received a call from the police. "Is this Ms. C