Everything Was A Mistake Novels & Stories

Gigi snaps. “Don’t say that. I can’t just walk out,” I whisper harshly, my jaw clenching. Dad had told DeAngelo to never let me out that gate, not even if I’m bleeding. On my 20th birthday, he made that mistake, and when I came back, he was all red and stared at me like I was Satan. I scramble to the closet. I throw open drawers, fling shoes and dresses and folded sheets onto the floor; nothing usable.

“We can talk about this.” Talk? Something inside me shook. “What is there to talk about?!” I snapped. My voice cracked. “You got another woman pregnant!” My hands trembled. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to scream. “It was a mistake!” he shot back. “You weren’t here. I was lonely!” The words hit me, harder than anything before. And in that moment, I realized he wasn’t sorry for what he did. He was only sorry I found out. But this time,

But… It was all a mistake. A mistake that had cost me everything

I did a mistake and I was not sure if there was a way to undo it. Fuck…

There, we endured inhumane treatment every single day. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I begged him to take us to the hospital. But on the way, we were ambushed. The crash had been orchestrated by Preston's mistress, Naomi Tate. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I could faintly hear her voice. That was when the truth hit me—my child was Rowan's. All those years I had spent loving Preston had been for nothing. Regret crashed over me, and tears slipped down my face.

Just one word, like he was agreeing to a dinner reservation instead of a whole month of hell. I stood abruptly, chair scraping back. “This is a terrible idea.” Callahan smiled coldly. “Terrible ideas often make great breakthroughs. Dismissed.” I stormed out, not looking back. But I felt Zelest follow. And I hated the part of me that was already wondering what sharing a tent with him would do to the threads I was barely holding together. That would be disastrous.

The spell was broken, and I could not explain what had happened and he looked confused too as he moved back. “I – I’m sorry I don’t why..We... I am, ” he looked flustered. “No, don’t be it’s all my fault,” I bit my lip looking down. “Don’t be sorry I should be sorry. I’m sorry for everything.” He moved back into my space looking at me before he did it again. He kissed me this time with force and urgency and I allowed him again. The fool me once fool me twice saying was not working because the kiss was a mixture of fear, confusion, and sympathy all wrapped in one.