Novel & Cerita Cheating And Regret

she shouted, her voice trembling with anger. I felt a surge of guilt and shame wash over me. It was true, I had cheated on Claire six years ago, a mistake that still haunts me to this day. I had hoped to rebuild our relationship, to move past my infidelity, but it seemed that Claire had moved on without me. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I messed up, and I've regretted it every day since." Her eyes softened for a moment, but the anger quickly returned. "Sorry isn't enough, Jonathan. You broke something that can never be repaired. Our trust, our love, it's all gone. And now you dare to judge me for moving on?"

And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love." Meanwhile, the guy I once cherished in secret had long since changed, eaten away by years and distance. He forgot his childish promises, filled his heart and eyes with someone else. I still don't understand why such cruel, dramatic twists of fate chose me. No matter how I tried to force myself calm, pain seeped through my bones, spreading until it consumed me. I realized—it would take a very long time before I could truly let go. When I landed, I removed the SIM card from my phone. I didn't throw it away; I just tucked it into a hidden pocket inside my bag. Then I inserted a new card.

She was better off as ‘Timid Isla’ rather than this angry bird she was trying so hard to be. I smiled “You’re a Monster, Cayden. And you deserve to suffer— you and everyone you love! You betrayed me and it means nothing to you, but I assure you, you’ll regret!” She bawled and started for the door. But I didn’t bother stopping her. Yes, I had cheated on her and betrayed her, but it wasn’t my fault. It was hers. She had been too… too Isla-ish. While Ivanka was her direct contrast. “I don’t think I’ll regret a thing!” I called out as she furiously made her way away. The guards that I could snap in half had left too and there was finally silence. Not the silence one would use for contemplation a

"Noel Chilton! I didn't expect you to be a weak, useless, and hard-hearted man! I was wrong about you. No wonder Stella Judd doesn't like you. You deserve to be dumped by her and used by me. Hahaha! "I've never liked you! I sweet-talked you into transferring money to me and showering me with presents. That's all you're good for. Besides having money and that good-looking face, you're practically useless! If I had another chance, I would rather marry the gardener than look at you!" The hesitation and look of pity in Noel's eyes disappeared. They turned cold with every word Sophie uttered. It was the first time he realized that the woman he liked and protected for years was nothing but a commo

"You dared to cheat on me!" "Yes, I did. But it's a mistake I don't regret. I love my son." "You crawled into my bed seven years ago and I married you as you wanted. Yet, you cheated on me, you disgusting slut! I should have known that a leopard never shades its spot. I want to strangle you right now." "I am not a slut. They were both mistakes. I regret the first but I don't regret the second. Liam is my greatest joy." "Do you really intend to drag my name to the mud?"

“I think I should move out for a bit, and go back to my old penthouse. We both need some time and space, to cool off and reconsider everything." His face fell. A mix of sadness and resignation clouded his features. “I understand,” he said, his voice heavy. Despite his acceptance, I could see the strain in his eyes. It was clear that he was hurting, but I had to do what was right for myself. The betrayal was still fresh. It was clear that Raymond had cheated on me. And while Clara's manipulations had played a role, Raymond’s actions were his own responsibility. As I wrestled with my thoughts, a message pinged on Raymond’s phone. His eyes widened as he read it. “What is it?” I asked, my voice

I grabbed both her arms and held them over her head, and she dropped to the floor, kicking like she battled unnamed spirits. "I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your child, and you're brave enough to cheat on me with this arched-back bitch!" She cried. "Mike ...you cheated on me! You fucking cheated!" I turned to Beverly briefly. "Christ, Beverly, I'm so sorry you had to witness this. I'll give you a call. Password is 1244. Please take your leave. I'm so sorry!" "Let go of me! Let me go, Mike ! I need to teach that gold digger a lesson!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is your sweetheart pressuring you?" I looked at him hopelessly. "Ryan, not everyone can engage in extramarital affairs with a clear conscience like you." "Am I having an affair?" "Aren't you?" I asked. "You keep saying it's just to repay Grandpa's kindness, but in reality, you left your newly wedded wife for her, stayed out late frequently, and broke your promises to me time and time again! You can't cover up 'cheating' with a hypocritical excuse and expect everything to be fine!"

I asked, struggling to believe she had set me up like that. Alexandria scoffed, her gaze locking onto mine. She must have realized I wasn’t remorseful for cheating—only for getting caught. And maybe she was right. Theresa crossed her arms. "She deserved to know. It’s been five months already." My blood ran cold. Damn it, Theresa. Alexandria took a staggering step back, her body hitting the door. I wanted to reach for her, to stop her from falling, but what good would that do? "Five months," Alexandria repeated, her voice hollow. "So that’s why. That’s why my marriage started falling apart."

I smiled and nodded my head "you're right, Purity, they really are disgusting women, it's stupid for any woman to do such a thing" Though I said those words, I felt guilty in my heart. I was one of those disgusting women, I am a stupid person. I was cheating on my husband, though my memory's not with me. There are proofs of our marriage but I ignored all that and still had an affair with Hector. However, it may not be as I thought. I mean, there has been a lot of uncertainty regarding the whole issue and with losing my memory, I can't be the judge of whatever, even my own decisions. I needed not to be this hard on myself.