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I still couldn’t let go of the reports that tormented me daily. And Everett—the person at the center of everything—let it all run its course. Even if he hadn’t cheated, his silent acceptance as a husband was infuriating.

He didn’t just say what I think he said, what…why would he say that all of a sudden? “Henry…” “I know it sounds unbelievable right now, I mean I’m the same guy who threw his wife out of his house, took their child from her, and made her feel unwanted when she clearly loves me. I’m the same guy who took my mistress in and stayed with her without realizing what I’ve lost. I’m the same guy who rushed to his ex-wife after finding out he has a cheating girlfriend and is now confessing about his unwanted feelings to her. I sound pathetic right?” He asked with a low chuckle but I didn’t say anything.

Axel said wistfully. Jason nods his head. "That's why I will never cheat on my wife, no matter how attracted I am to other women, especially the sexy ones. I know that once I start cheating behind my wife's back, I won't be able to stop, and that is where the problem starts. Cheating can create bigger problems later on, and it's not worth all the trouble. Definitely not worth it!" "You are right, bro. Do not ever follow in my footsteps. I made a terrible mistake, and I'm paying a heavy price right now," Axel said, regretting and lamenting the consequences of his terrible mistakes.

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

She said that the two of us weren't at the same level and my days would be very hard. I smiled back then and said that I was just a fake daughter of an affluent family, so I was still the same as James in terms of status level. We were both from a poor family background. I felt that I didn't care if I had a difficult life. I was willing to accept everything because I fell in love with James. Rory shook her head back then and said that I was going to regret my decision. She was right. I was now regretting my decision. I had been wondering recently, would I live for a couple more years if I hadn't married James?

She took her own life by slitting her wrist. … I stood by Mom's bed, watching her face twist with regret. "Zach, I was wrong… I shouldn't have doubted you. You chose to stay in the countryside for Will's sake. Of course, someone like you would care about him. I messed up. Please forgive me." She crawled toward me on her knees, blood trailing behind her, and reached for my hand. I stepped back and looked down at her. "Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening.

I felt my heart clench at his words, my lips quivering as he spoke what I tried so hard to believe was not the truth. But it was. I thought to myself bitterly. Wasn’t it so obviously clear that it was? Look at me.. “Everyday I regret not leaving you there to die.” I stared at him, too weak to fight back the tears brimming in my eyes. “And I feel utterly ashamed that I once fucked you. It makes me sick just thinking about it.” Kevin spat before letting go of my arm. His eyes racked over me like the harshest beam of light on a stage, lips raised in disgust.

A shock of pain shot up my arm and forced a groan out of me. He flinched theatrically, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to. But Julian, why was your hand under my shoe? Is this another trick to frame me?" He sounded pitiful and wounded, but the smug glint on his face told the truth. He was doing it on purpose. But no one else saw his expression. His back shielded him. Whatever explanation I gave, not a soul would believe me. My chest tightened with rage and helplessness.

His mind suddenly replayed every detail from the night before—how Elara’s soft skin had touched his, the sound of her moans, and the red stain on the sheets that proved his wife’s purity. “Damn it,” Mike muttered, roughly rubbing his face with his hands. A strange sense of regret slipped through the walls of his ego. Why had he lost control last night? Why had he allowed the woman he had always considered a nuisance to get so deeply into his heart? Mike turned on the cold water and splashed his face repeatedly, trying to drive Elara’s image away. Yet the moment he straightened his body, his hand slowly moved upward, pressing against his own chest beneath his bare skin. Behind his ribs, his h

“You had everything you wanted. So tell me, for once, did you ever regret cheating on Kendra?” Richard's eyes became wet. “I did, grandmother.” His voice cracked slightly. “I did regret it.” Grace stared at him. “I missed her,” Richard admitted. “I missed her more than I wanted to admit, but I was too stubborn to accept it. I kept comparing her with someone I should never have compared her with.” He paused, struggling to breathe normally. “I betrayed her, and the worst part is that I didn't even feel remorseful at first. I thought I was doing the right thing. I convinced myself that I deserved something better.”