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I step into the live room, headphones on, mic adjusted to my height. The glass between us feels like old times and not. “Ready?” he asks through the talkback. “Always,” I say. “Liar,” he murmurs, but his eyes are soft. I start with something simple. A melody that’s been looping in my head since Palermo. A verse about disappearing. A chorus is about being seen too much and not at all. The words that follow are less kind. They’re about him. *You said you’d ruin me to save me,* I sing. *Signed my name without a sound…*

Ezra with his curls in my fist while I shoved into his throat. I groaned and squeezed my cock through my pants. The pressure made my knees weak. “God, forgive me,” I whispered, head thrown back. “I’m filth. I’m—” The words cut off when another thought hit me—Ezra’s eyes looking up at me in the confessional, wide, guilty, shining with tears as he confessed. My cock jerked. I yanked my hand away, swearing. “Stop. Stop.” But I couldn’t.

I wrote the words helpless and ruined in my head as I clung to him, as if naming them would make me less guilty. But I wasn’t helpless. I wasn’t ruined. I was greedy. My legs tightened around him, pulling him in deeper, forcing him to take me past the point of no return. And when I shattered, it was loud, unholy, impossible to take back. He followed me into it, teeth at my shoulder, a guttural sound torn from his chest that I’ll hear forever when I close my eyes. I should end this confession here. I should repent. But the truth is uglier, crueler my body is already begging for a second sin.

He barreled through the crowd, stopping me. “Astrid! It’s really you! I finally found you!” He was skeletal, sunken, with dark bruises under his eyes. He looked wild and frantic. I didn’t flinch. “Sir, you’ve got the wrong person.” His eyes fixed on me, and he smiled faintly. “Astrid, don’t play games! I found that empty grave. I know you faked your death just to trick me, to leave me!” His voice trembled. “Astrid, I finally know my mistake! Please forgive me once more! I know Jane orchestrated everything. She and the child died paying for it! Come home with me, and we can start over. I’ll do whatever you want!”

, but he won’t say a word to me.” She said truthfully; but she’d intentionally refused to tell her mother how David had been drowning himself in alcohol and coming home drunk. “Something is definitely wrong with your husband; maybe I should try speaking to him.” Roslyn certainly wouldn’t mind her mother taking to David, but she wouldn’t want him angry with her either. “No,” she protested, “there will be no need for that, at least not yet.” She went on; her mother nodded her head in understanding, “I feel like God is angry with me.” Roslyn muttered; surprising her mother. “Why—do ya say that, my deah?” Mrs. Williams asked, wondering why Roslyn have such terrible thoughts in her mind. “Well, I

See how much bad I could be and if you stayed after that then I would think you felt something for me. I was tired of being tossed around like an object now. If he could accept it, then I would tell Dhruv what was happening between us. Hoisting my gaze down on our joined bodies, I opened my mouth, searching for the words to say but nothing seemed appropriate. How do you confess your greatest sin?

“I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good excuse but I thought you were trying to ruin my life.” Complete shock and I’m left speechless. Slowly sliding myself higher on the bed towards the headboard I sat up rubbing my eyes jus

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

Cookie's standpoint I combed my hair as I sang in the restroom. I was giving myself one final touch up before I leave for home. The walk from here to home is a long one, and you can never tell when you will meet your future husband. 'I've got something to confess Now I know exactly what happened And even though it hurts I've got to accept that you're not the bad one That would be me You never really got to know me And the magic that made you fall in love

Cried. He fell to the floor more than once, groaning with a pain that had no name a spiritual labor. Every memory of compromise, fear, failure surfaced like smoke drawn from a deep chamber. He began to confess them aloud. Not just sins. But weights. “I confess every time I ran from my voice. I confess the bitterness I swallowed in silence. I confess my father’s absence and the shame I buried. I confess the moments I believed I was too broken to carry purpose.” Tears fell freely.