Cerita Pendek Mind-Bending & Novel Male POV Regret

After getting ready for bed, I lay down and made a video call to my girlfriend as usual. Instead of answering, she sent me a text message. [My family is making me get engaged to Dean Yates. This is the end of the line for us.] Ever since she reunited with her wealthy birth family, I had been worried that this would happen eventually. Despite my worries, it came anyway. When I tried to text her again, all I saw was a glaring red exclamation point. A few days later, her engagement party was trending online. I opened the video, and I could feel the chills in my spine. That was not her. I immediately called the police. "Hello, I need to report a murder at the Gomez Estate." The officer on the other side asked, "Who's the victim? What's your relationship with her?" My voice trembled as I answered. "Her name is Opal. Opal Lane. And my name is Tommy Fletcher. I'm her...ex-boyfriend."

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

Before our wedding, my girlfriend asks me, "If your mom and I both fell into a river and you could only save one of us, who would you choose?" In my first life, I choose my mom. My girlfriend drowns, taking our unborn child with her. She is only three months pregnant. In my second life, I choose my girlfriend. My mom drowns on her way to bring me chicken soup. In my third life, I refuse to answer. They both die. I open my eyes, and I'm reborn once again. My girlfriend folds her arms and asks me, "If your mom and I both fell into a river and you could only save one of us, who would you choose?"