Romans & histoires Begging For Forgiveness On Livestream

"James, am I just a prop for your company's image recovery? You want me to clean up your mess? "How dare you? We're divorced and you're still trying to manipulate me?" I turned to leave, but James grabbed my sleeve, dropping to both knees, his eyes red and voice bitter. "Rachel, please. I really know I was wrong. The livestream apology was necessary, but I truly don't want this divorce. Don't leave me." I yanked my sleeve away in disgust, ignoring his pleading. "Don't touch me. You're repulsive." James stared at my unconcealed disgust, opened his mouth, then closed it with a bitter smile before slowly getting up and leaving.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." I begged for his forgiveness, promising him anything, everything. I’d let him yell at me, punch me, anything. Just show up. Just come back. I desperately wanted to see him again, be with him. I stepped onto the familiar rock in the middle of the river, the same one where Adrian always stood to pay his respects to his mother. "Adrian," I said, my voice filled with determination. "We will finally see each other again. Please, let me see you in the afterlife. I will beg for your forgiveness. You’ve never visited me in my dreams, not even once. Please don’t hate me."

He took a deep breath to calm his anger and said in a low, apologetic voice, “I regret the way I treated you. I’m sorry for ghosting you for months, and I’m sorry for treating you so badly. Please forgive me.” Emily looked at him strangely, then chuckled and snorted. “So you came here to ask for forgiveness, right?” West was momentarily stunned by Emily’s bluntness, but he nodded. Emily clapped her hands together and said, “That’s simple. Get on your knees. You don’t expect me to believe you’re sincere and truly remorseful while standing there and looking me in the eye, do you? If you want to show me your sincerity, then kneel. That’s the right thing to do.”

After holding it up to the camera, she instructed me, "Just signing isn't enough. Hold this up and verbally tell my viewers that you voluntarily gave me the ten thousand dollars. "Also, sincerely apologize to me and all my fans for your dine-and-dash behavior today." When I took that humiliating agreement, the livestream comments went rabid with excitement. Viewers filled the comment section with insulting, mocking remarks. Everyone thought I would bow and apologize, until I said in a slow, calm voice, "I'll give you the money, but on one condition."

After all, the current public opinion pressure was enough to destroy anyone. She accepted the request. "Noah, you finally showed up? As long as you apologize to me in front of the entire internet, transfer the house to me, and pay Greg $2 million for medical expenses, I'll forgive you." I looked at the greedy face on the screen. "Joanna, do you think you've already won?" The live stream chat instantly erupted into chaos. [This scumbag still dares to act so smugly.] [Apologize! Apologize to the girl right now!]

I could no longer listen to his hypocrisy anymore, so I ended the live stream. A single tear escaped my eyes. “Don’t cry. The truth is finally out,” Lisa comforted me.

He is the one we should thank and apologize to, not the one to be blamed or insulted! The truth hit like a thunderclap, shaking the entire room and causing a storm of reactions online. After a brief silence, the tide of the live stream chat pulled a complete 180-degree turn. "I-I'm crying. I'm so sorry, Raymond. We've misunderstood you!" "Oh, my God! We were all manipulated! We became accomplices to the criminals!" "Sorry, Mr. Hayes! We're not human! We owe you an apology!" "My gosh! How desperate must he have been to be abandoned by the whole world?"

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

I wanted to scream. I slumped onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. My phone buzzed against the cushion. I almost ignored it, but I wanted to check if it was Jessica. Maybe she wanted to apologize. When I unlocked it, my breath caught. The livestream replay. Already uploaded. Already spreading. Over fifty thousand views. My face was blurred, but my body wasn’t. Every angle, every sound, it was out there for strangers to feast on. And at the top, a pinned comment:

“Live with this.” He doesn’t stand up; I don’t tell him to either. “I have been showing up. Every single day since the diagnosis. Since I met my daughter, even when I didn’t know her.” I click my fingers. “Right there. Because you’re performing. You want me to believe you’re changed. Can I forget the humiliation in a hurry?” “If you let your heart, Aria. I made a mistake; I am willing to make up for it. I am ready for every ounce of humiliation just to get your forgiveness.”