Cheating And Regret Novelas e Histórias

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.

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

"Children. I wanted them desperately. I wanted to have them so when I was gone there would be people, versions of me, who would inherit all the wealth I worked so hard to acquire. I wanted them to push my name. To tell the fucking world that I was the greatest man to exist in our time. Now look at me. I have nothing left, absolutely nothing. No children and no wealth. Ironic, isn't it? It's like life is playing cruel tricks on me. Or no. No. I have to say the truth now. I've been the one sabotaging myself all this time. I'm only just realizing it. Want to know something else? What I regret the most?" "Tell me," said the policeman quietly, slightly invested in his pity story. "I regret cheati

That sounded like a blatant lie but what was the truth? “Even trained men couldn’t find him snooping around but somehow, you did?” “What can I say? I can be real stealthy.” She shrugged. “Just like when you cheated on me.” She rolled her eyes at Jared like it was something he should have gotten over already. He had but when the cheat was standing right in front of him, it was hard to not say something. When you cheat on someone, it doesn’t hurt because they loved you. It hurt because you had no basic respect for them. That was what cheating basically was. A lack of respect for their person.

I had made the ultimate, unforgivable mistake of cheating on Angelie one drunken night—a moment of weakness purely because I couldn't control my selfish desires. I truly loved Angelie. I loved her warmth, her patience, and her genuine heart. Yet, I failed to stay faithful to her. Everyday, the weight of regret threatened to choke me, but it was far too late to fix what I had broken. I had chosen my path, and now I was forced to take full responsibility for what happened between me and her cousin. So here I was, utterly trapped in a self-made prison, trying to fix a situation only for the sake of the innocent, unborn child.

Margie was so focused on her own pain that she did not care about mine. Thankfully, the she-wolf I slept with did not get pregnant, but Margie did and just a few weeks later. I never cheated again. Until Sheila, that is. I am not trying to justify what I did. I regret it immensely. Most wolves never cheat on their mates, and I cheated on mine twice. It is because of the guilt that I felt that I allowed Margie to spin out of control. Yes, I know Margie has done some bad things. Okay, a lot of bad things. And I know that her obsession with Stephanie is unhealthy and over the top.

"Lucy, I regret my decision back then. I want you to know that it was the first time I did it with Doctor Rue, really. I never had any intention of fooling you or playing you. I love you so much and look forward to our engagement." Engagement he said? He thinks I still want him after he slept with another woman? Don't even think about it! Cheating is a disease and it won't heal even if he promises. I finally turned around to look at him. "You want to get slapped again? You said you didn't intend to? You slept with that woman goddamn it. Now you regret it? Why? Because you're afraid that I spreading the news of your cheating to everyone so you said you loved me when you slept with another wom

“But I do know this — I didn’t expect to care. And I do care, Jane. Whether you think it’s real or not.” “Stop,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Just stop.” But he wasn’t done. “You think I’m cold, manipulative, just like Chris? Then go back to him,” Greg said, bitterness cutting through his words like venom. “Let’s see how long it takes before he betrays you again — or cheats on you again. Because that’s who he is. And somewhere, deep down, you know it.” Jane turned away, covering her face with her hand. Her breath hitched. She didn’t want to cry — not in front of him.

Because he wouldn't do this if he still feels something for me at least, or was he bewitched by her? I don't think so. I have seen a lot of movies. There are cheaters who only did it once because they were tempted or in a situation where they had no choice. There are ones who have been doing it for a long time with someone closest or different people. The ones who do it with friends of their partners or relatives are worse than those who don't feel remorse after being caught. While some are just full of all these characteristics.

He didn’t want me anymore. And he had a girlfriend. Oh, fuck no. He can’t do that, because that's a goddarn cheating. Huge, massive cheating. He can’t just throw away everything we had because of one mistake. My mistake. I sank to the floor, burying my face in my legs, biting my lip until I tasted copper. Regret was a physical weight, crushing my chest. I stayed like that for a long time, curled into myself on the cold floor. Finally, I pushed myself up. My ears strained, listening for any sound from the other side of the wall. I was a rabbit, tense and ready to bolt at the slightest noise.