Betrayed Yesterday, Loved Today Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, I can't do this speech and it was going really bad anyways... I just want to— I have to make a confession. I want to confess that I'm a liar, I was a shitty person, a shitty friend to the one person who would always have my back no matter what. I betrayed your trust, your love, I betrayed you. And I'm so sorry. I cannot express enough how much I have missed you since the day you said you were done with me. I'm so sorry for all the things I did and I can't tell you how much I love you. I don't care anymore. But I want to tell you guys that I fell in love in this place, I fell in love a little when I watched this person walk in the hallways with that huge radiant smile, always smil

That’s all they want, just money. I knew it, I shouldn’t have let history repeat itself. Can’t anyone just love me for who I am and not because of my money? What is the point of wealth if it is attached with betrayal, sadness, heartbreak, a life without LOVE! I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! PEOPLE ARE TERRIBLE!’ Oh my God… Tristan loves me?

“You lied to me. Both of you lied to me. How am I supposed to trust anything you say now?” "Was everything a lie? Those chocolates, coming to my room at night, showed me affection. I fucking loved you, sorry I don't know who I fell in love with?" Neither of them had an answer. Because they knew whatever they did to her, she had every right to get angry with them. She wrapped her arms around herself, the cold breeze pierced her pale skin. “I loved you, Icarus,” she whispered. “I trusted you. And you… you betrayed me.”

Even the timestamp in the corner matched: 10:47 PM, right around when I'd stepped away for that emergency chat with the CEOs and investors. My breath caught, a vise tightening around my chest. Adrian's face flashed in my mind, his wild eyes in the apartment, the gun pointed at me, his rambling confessions of betrayal. *I loved you once. But you were just a means to an end. The words echoed, twisting like knives. I'd trusted him once. Loved him. And he'd shattered me. Now this? Lucien—with someone else? It looked so real. Too real.

"You planned to leave without telling me? Do you even know what day it is today? If you walk out now, what's going to happen to the Foster family's reputation?" "That's your and Madison's problem," I spat back. "Aren't you two childhood sweethearts? Didn't you say that whoever got married first would take the other on a trip around the world? Isn't this perfect? Once you marry her, you get both the honeymoon and the trip." His jaw tightened. Before he could respond, his phone rang. The screen lit up with Maddison's name. It stood out like a spotlight in the quiet cabin. He glanced at the phone, then at me.

Slowly, deliberately, I shook my head. “Pierce Voss, don’t you understand?” I clenched my fists. “Even if you destroy a hundred Lena Youngs, it won’t undo the pain of putting me in prison.” “Even if you ruin a hundred Young families, it won’t bring back our child.” “I don’t love you anymore. From the moment you gave the order, I stopped loving you.” My voice was soft, but it fell like a judge’s gavel, final, irrevocable.

While I was as calm as an undisturbed lake on the surface, beneath me was a troubled sea tossing back and forth with waves of emotion. I wanted to turn around and yell at him to demand answers, to ask when he had stopped loving me and how he could betray me. But I don't care anymore, knowing that he chose to betray me and toss away everything we've built out the window changed nothing. I wouldn't give him the chance to fill my head up with lies. I got Up the stairs, then I heard a heavy thud, and my heart went up to my throat.

“Of course not. Because you still love me.” Jane’s palm itched to slap him. But she kept still, head high. “I loved you. Past tense. And now? I’m learning how to love myself.” Chris stepped forward again, eyes burning. “I made a mistake. I let fear control me. But I’m here now. I’ll fight for you. I’ll do anything to win you back.” “I’m not a prize,” Jane said coldly. “You don’t get to toss me away and come back when you’re bored.”

Ivan took my hand, looking at me with unwavering sincerity. "Before God and everyone present, I hereby swear. "Through life and death, glory or ruin, my loyalty, my love, my everything, belong only to you." He unfastened his cufflinks, exposed his wrist, and made a small cut on his palm with a dagger. I did the same. Blood welled up, and he clasped my hand. Our fingers entwined while our blood mingled. "From this moment on, you are my wife. You are my family."

They remained oblivious to my departure until I heard my name, "Helen." The mention of my name halted me in my tracks. The stool I had accidentally bumped must have jolted them from their romantic cocoon. I stopped, unable to bring myself to face them again. The emotions surged within me, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I bit my lips so hard they bled, determined not to break down. Swiftly, I fled the office, propelled by the sting of betrayal and heartbreak.