Betrayed Myself Novels & Stories

Far from the man playing with women’s hearts. My heart clenches until it turns numb. My facial expression turns cold, and my entire tense body relaxes into coldness as all I feel is betrayal. Betrayal from him, but most of all, from myself. For letting myself sink into the Blood Moon and into the heat. For allowing myself to break my principle. For letting myself succumb to the wrong. “I can’t stay here,” I say to myself and turn around, hand reaching to the knob of the door and turning it.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. What have I done? The question echoed in my mind, over and over, as I walked aimlessly down the street. I had betrayed Damian. I had betrayed myself. And for what? A few hours of comfort? A momentary escape from the misery that had become my life? I wanted to scream, to cry, to break something—anything that would release the storm raging inside me. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not in the middle of the street.

Nadia trusted me, believed in me, and I betrayed her. I was feeding Max information, giving him everything he needed to destroy Richard and Tammie, and for what? Money? Power? Acceptance? I felt dirty, ashamed, disgusted with myself. I was playing a dangerous game, and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up. I buried my face in my hands, my body trembling as the tears finally came, hot and heavy, burning my cheeks as they fell. I was in too deep. I couldn’t get out. I couldn’t stop.

he said, and I felt a sense of relief, even though the truth weighed heavily on my heart. His words stung and caused me pain. I despised myself in that moment and wished for death. I had betrayed him before he even met me; I had tried to kill him. I was a spy sent to destroy him, and now I loathed myself even more. How could I inflict this pain on him? I knew what it felt like to be betrayed, especially by someone you love. It was a feeling I was all too familiar with, and I hated myself for being that kind of person.

Nothing could now prove him innocent. Banging inside the door I wanted to yell at him, but I felt too numb to react. The melancholy of my heart has dampened my senses. My shivering hands and a broken hope can't muster enough courage to fight him for what he had done. It felt so broken, I felt like the hand which held my trust has shattered me into a million pieces. It is understandable if an enemy betrays, it is bearable if a friend betrays, but what shall one do who is betrayed by own soul.

If he had, he wouldn't have asked me that grave thing to do. How foolish I was? Trusting him even I knew he was never going to love me back. I am feeling betrayed by myself. Allowing my heart to beat for such a person, letting my soul to merge in his, allowing him to take control over my heart and mind, allowing him to break my belief system.

He said with grave seriousness and disconnected the call. I threw my phone out of the window and it got crushed under a passing car. I banged my fists on the headboard of the car. Tears formed in my eyes and at that moment, I no longer had the strength to fight. I felt defeated. Somewhere, he was right. I had always disappointed the people who trusted me. I betrayed them. The other door of the car opened and Brandon slid inside. He placed the paper bag on the backseat and buckled up his seat belt.

But how can I betray the man who loves me? He trusted me a lot and I promised to be faithful with him. My mind was a mess at that time. My heart and mind always keep fighting. "I'm sorry, Diego. Please come back now please," I said crying. "I promise this will never happen again. I'm really sorry," I added. I can't help but cry at those times. I was so stupid to betray the man for the man who betrayed me before. I don't know how else I can avenge this if I myself am caught in my own trap. What should I do?

I wanted to burst in, confront these two disgusting cheaters, and expose them on the spot. However, I held back. If I stormed in now, it would only lead to an argument and a breakup—no real consequences for them. The only one humiliated would be me. They wanted excitement? I’d make things even more thrilling. I shouldn't be the only one privy to a scene this scandalous. After ensuring the recording was saved, I walked back downstairs, took a picture of Vivian’s membership details, and then headed home.

“Don't call my son's name!” I threw him to the floor like the piece of filth he was. He whimpered, dragging his butt against the ground as I walked towards him. He was trapped between me and the car. I squatted, my eyes locked in his. “I've always loved you like a brother, Trevor. You could come to me with anything and you know that. Your betrayal hurts me. I always thought you had my back the same way I have yours.”