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"Three weeks after the company folded, while he was still sleeping four hours a night trying to salvage something out of the wreckage, I packed my things and left a note on the counter." "Why?" "Because I watched what losing everything did to him, and I understood, very clearly, that I didn't have the stomach to build a life on top of that kind of uncertainty twice." She lifted her glass, didn't drink. "I'm not going to pretend it was noble. It wasn't. I chose myself, and I've never lied to anyone about that, including him. I've had years to decide whether I regret it, and the honest answer is I still don't know."

He took one hesitant step closer. “We can still make this work. We can try. I really miss us.” “So do I.” Hope flickered across his face. “But it’s not enough. Nothing can ever be the same again. The version of us that existed before you cheated will never exist again.” His expression fell as the room became silent again. “I made one mistake.” “Maybe. But that one mistake ruined everything.” He winced and covered his face with one hand. The sadness and regret on his face when he removed his hand almost broke me but I willed myself to remain strong. To not give in.

If she couldn’t even stand my touch, how could I even get her to come back to me? “You have to take it one step at a time… show her that you’re still the same man she fell in love with, and not the person you became after Sabine sent you those fake images that ruined your marriage.” I sighed. “I didn’t even turn to someone else after that, I was still the same man. Everything was just a misunderstanding.” It was still weird that our once happy and loving marriage turned into something like this. If only I could go back in time, we would still have been perfect.

"I was tricked… That bitch lied to me! I have nothing to do with her, and that baby isn't even mine. Please forgive me. Let's get married again. We should remarry!" It was disgusting to see him looking so pathetic while begging me. "It's too late, Casey." I took a step back and looked at him coldly. "There was no longer anything between us the moment you signed those papers. As for your happiness at becoming a father, well, that's your business. Don't come crying to me."

But now, all he felt was frustration and regret. He poured himself a drink, the burn of the alcohol a brief reprieve from the thoughts that swirled in his mind. He knew he was pushing Wanda away, knew that his anger was only making things worse. But the weight of their unresolved issues, the constant reminders of the past, were too much for him to bear. And as he stared out at the city lights, Michael couldn’t help but wonder if they were already too far gone to find their way back to each other

He sighed, "I only cheated because of a momentary lapse in judgment. The woman seduced me; I never meant to hurt my wife..." Finally, the man was starting to feel a little remorseful for what he did. Seizing the moment, Iris said, "Exactly. It's the same for your wife. Neither of you intended to hurt each other. Both of you had a momentary lapse in judgment, and both of you deeply regret what you did. However, what has happened has happened. Now, we need to find a constructive way to resolve the situation."

The door clicked shut behind her, the finality echoing through the space and amplifying the silence around me. I clutched the envelope, my heart heavier than ever. I rushed out and texted Sean that I was done for today. The drive home felt surreal, a blur of traffic lights, yet I struggled to focus as my mind swirled with memories and regrets. When I finally got home, I poured myself a drink—just one, I told myself—but I knew I'd have more. My living room felt cold and unwelcoming as I sank into the familiar spot on the couch, the silence pressing in around me. I mourned more than just my ruined marriage; I mourned the dreams we had built, the happiness we shared. I mourned the loss of my ma

Instead, I became a shadow in my own home, invisible unless needed for some menial task. But the true heartbreak came when Liam, my husband, learned the truth. I'll never forget the look in his eyes—disgust mingled with a cold calculation that chilled me to the bone. "Liam, please," I begged one night, reaching for him. "Twenty-five years of memories, our love, our child—does none of that matter?"

‎But under the anger was something worse. ‎Regret. ‎ I finally saw what I had lost, not just Sarah's company or her trust. I had lost the life I could have had, I had a woman who loved me, a company that was doing great, a future that looked good. ‎And I ruined it all because I was too greedy to be thankful. ‎I did this to myself. ‎That truth hurt more than any punishment Sarah could think up. ‎When I came out of the bathroom, Victoria was waiting for me in the living room.

Recalling the past brings back the pain and rage inside my chest. I can't move on until I lay my hands on her. But not here. Her Cheshire cat grin was painted on her red lips. “I didn't ruin your marriage. It was already a disaster when Ronan took you to the altar. You know that.” I clenched my teeth together as I remembered the pain and hardship I experienced from that so-called marriage. But I remained calm. “Anyway, I don't give a damn about the past. Have you had enough of him? If you are, that's good for you.”