Novel & Cerita I Cheated Myself Like I Knew I Would

I sniffled loudly, breathing through my mouth. I felt and looked a mess. I hadn’t stepped outside in three days. I’d locked myself inside, grieving and wallowing in pain and self-pity. I blamed and tore myself apart for falling for yet another cheat, for allowing myself to be drawn in by his charm, his confidence, his alluring mystery, oh, his face. God, that face. The face that literally looked like a God…his perfect face. I felt pathetic and disgusted with myself for falling for Jack. I was truly a pathetic sight. Everything he told me had been a lie, just to bed me. And he’d succeeded, utterly in making me fall for him.

ALPHA NATE I feel so insulted but I guess this is what I get for being so reckless all this time but I am no longer about that life and they all need to know, I am a decent committed guy now and I can't cheat on my man, the idea alone is even disgusting.

I'm so tired of this sh*tty life of curses, while reminiscing on what happened. I know it's not my fault but still, I can't stop blaming myself for the whole thing. My eyes darted to the picture of I and Arnaldo laying beautifully on my drawer and I could feel my heart breaking into pieces. How is Arnaldo gonna feel about this, huh? It feels like I cheated on him. That jerk caused all these and I'm really gonna show him the product I'm made of. I know this may be the end of the road for me and Arnaldo.

This would have been the very worst day for me as Justin finally let it out from his mouth that actually believed that I could cheat on him. My hand precipetously landed against his face as a result. It was so fast that before I could even rethink about doing it, it was already to late. My reflexes were to fast before my mind had even thought about the consequences of my actions. And yet, even though I knew that it would trigger him further, I somehow felt satisfied.

I sighed, rubbing my temple, “I tried to tell you several times physically, but you always brushed it off.” “Don’t twist this on me!” “I’m not twisting anything,” I said, my voice firm now. “We have been off for months, Trina. You know that.” Her jaw clenched. “Yeah?” she shot back. “Then say it clearly. Say you didn’t cheat.” Silence. I didn’t answer. Because I couldn’t. She was right, I did cheat on her, regardless of the state of the relationship. I was a coward. She laughed again, but this time it sounded hollow.

"Don't worry. You're still the one I like the most." I jumped to my feet, replayed the recording, then laughed and cried at the same time. It all felt so absurd. So, everything Jenna had so carefully planned was nothing but a lie. By then, I was already exhausted. People who make mistakes should face the consequences. From the moment Jenna chose to betray me, I stopped interfering in anything that followed. I forced myself to let go for over three days. This final 'gift' just arrived late.

I paused, embarrassed to get the words around. “I caught him in bed with someone. One of his female friends. He cheated, and I left. I left like an idiot. A loser, and he knows that. It’s been years, and he knows he has driven something I can’t shake off inside me. No matter how much I try to, I can’t. I thought I did, and that’s why I agreed to try again, but he wouldn’t let me. He is too strong. I can’t do it,” I sobbed.

I left the room and walked back to my room. “God what have I done” I groaned on my bed. I'd just cheated on my girlfriend. Yes, we had issues but Ashley had never cheated on me. I wasn't a cheater. Especially not with my boss. I'd almost sabotaged my job. He could fire me if he wanted to. I knew he wouldn't. I knew Dante. But still. I'd been unprofessional and reckless. It was the wine. I told myself as I fell asleep …….

That I've done the fucking formidable? I' ve crossed a line I can't uncross. I've cheated. I've wrecked everything. Screw me. Screw this moment. Screw the guilt ripping through my chest like it wants to eat me alive.

"If this wasn't for my best friend, I'd never drop my work to help with something this lame. And don't look at me—he's the one who begged me to help. "He said only I knew what you liked. Even bought me gifts to sweet-talk me into planning with him. Ugh." She slung an arm around my shoulder. "Cheating? Please. As if I'd ever steal your mate." When I looked around the room, I saw my name spelled out with balloons on the wall. Immediately, guilt exploded in my chest. I couldn't believe I had doubted him and Luciana because of a single sensational headline. That feeling never left, no matter how many years had passed. Since that incident, I told myself I would never question Jared again.