Forgive And Forget Book Novels & Stories

Alice felt how much he wished to be forgiven, she felt the need to teach him that forgiving is not forgetting. Her cellphone buzzed a couple of times in the pocket of her scrub. It was her moment for her to explain to him the difference between forget and forgive, so, she decided not to pick up the call. By that moment, nothing mattered more than ending once and for all with the beliefs of Gabriel.

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

“Because you never think about me despite everything I’ve done for you. I saved you from that accident. Where were all these men? Where was that fvcking family that claims to want to speak to you?” “I’m sorry,” I said. Robert and his family were the only people who had been there for me since the accident. No one had ever come forward to look for me. Maybe he was right. I was just an orphan that didn’t matter to everyone except him. Even the father of my child had never bothered to look for us. I sighed. “I’m really sorry for talking back to you. Thank you for always taking care of us. “ “Good. From today onwards, you’ll not work at that club. I’ll get you another job, a better one.”

"We'll be okay." "Together?" "Always." The interviewer was kind but probing. "Isla, there are readers who might ask, how do you forgive someone who hurt you so deeply?" I looked at Jaxon. Then at the camera. At the millions of people watching. "Forgiveness isn't forgetting. It's choosing to move forward. And I didn't forgive him for him. I forgave him for me. So I could be free." The audience applauded. Jaxon squeezed my hand under the table.

And in doing so, I shattered something precious between us, something that can never be fully repaired. I wish I could turn back time, erase my mistakes, and rewrite our story with a happier ending. But life doesn’t offer such easy solutions. All I can do now is try to atone for my actions, to prove through my deeds that I’ve changed, that I’ve learned from my past errors. Perhaps one day, if fate is kind, she’ll be able to see the sincerity in my efforts and consider forgiving me.

The height. His face card was to die for. I completely forgot why I was here in the first place. The man who came in before was an apple but this one was way beyond that. I knew he was good looking but not to this extent. The night we met I didn't get to capture his face and I guess likewise mine. It was a pity that I'm turning this demigod down. I could have given my kids the benefits of a cute dad but not now, maybe some other time. I say to myself.

“I’m begging you, please. Just… let me go. I will forgive you… forget this ever happened, go back to my family and never cross paths with you-“ His fingers dug into my clit as I bit back a scream. His grip tightened, and I could see the sick pleasure flicker in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you can bargain with me, ptichka? You think forgiveness is something I crave? Fuck forgiveness. Fuck your hollow promises. You think I want to be forgotten?” Pale blue eyes glimmered psychotically. “No. No, you don’t get to forget me. You don’t get to erase me like some bad fucking dream you wake up from. I will etch myself into you, deep. Burn you from the inside out

But in moments of profound grief, what else is there to say? "I'm trying to be," I managed, offering a smile so weak it was barely a ghost of an expression. Jessica's professional side emerged. "Are you feeling pain anywhere? Do you need anything?" "Please," I whispered. "Something to help me sleep, to help me forget. To just... stop feeling. For a little while." The word "forget" resonated deeply. What a beautiful, impossible concept. The irony was not lost on me. After all, I was a woman with incomplete memories, I've spent months trying to piece everything together yet today I wish to forget.

“Mommy, you can sleep with Bunny. Will you forgive me after you wake up?” I could feel my tears fall and vanish in the air. My silly, darling daughter assumed that I was only sleeping because I was upset with her. Why would I ever be upset with her? I regretted marrying and relocating so far away from home. I also regretted all the times I forgave Eliott. However, I never regretted giving birth to Ava. She was the light of my life, the only consolation during my roughest days. Without Ava, there would not be anything worth holding onto in this world.

I am forever grateful to her for it. It hurt, of course, it did. Was I used to it, not entirely? I kept it away from them for 7 years. It doesn't matter now, I am in a good place in life. That memory won't be forgotten. My principle is to forgive but never forget. He ruined me, they ruined.