Infidelity-his Regret My Revenge Novels & Stories

"Be honest, Victor. You want to ruin me. If you really felt anything good about me, if you really wanted me back, then you would've approached me softly. Your actions would've shown regret and the willingness to fix things. You would've chosen a different way. But no. You went back to the same messed up pattern where you used my brother to get to me. Shame on you. A big grown man using a kid to play his dirty games." My voice came out sharp, venomous. "He almost killed himself because of you. And I'm telling you, if anything happens to him, I'll kill you myself. I won't care what happens to me after." "You are right." He sighed, but there was still no regret. Not even a flicker. Not even a h

I had betrayed my husband so many times since his death just two weeks ago. My eyes heated up, standing by his grave. Other women complained that their husbands were unfaithful and unromantic. I had nothing to complain about. Cullen was the perfect husband. He adored me and gave me everything I needed and asked for. I was the villain in our marriage. I was the one who was unfaithful to him. My biggest regret flashed before me, and I couldn't control myself. I went back to being a lovesick teenager. Gosh. What a fool I was. I lost my husband and didn't get my first love because of my selfishness.

For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, his confident façade cracking under the weight of the alcohol and the confessions bubbling to the surface. “You know, Freya,” he began, his voice laced with emotion, “I’m not the man I used to be. I’ve made mistakes—horrible mistakes—but I’ve tried to change. And you know that. For years, I’ve tried. But your revenge…” He trailed off, shaking his head as a bitter laugh escaped his lips. “Your revenge made you blind to that.” Freya rested her chin on her hand, feigning interest as she leaned forward. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, her voice laced with just enough curiosity to encourage him to keep talking.

He lowered his hand. He walked back to his wing. He lay in the dark and stared at the ceiling and did not sleep, and the regret that settled over him was not the dramatic kind. It was the quiet, permanent, entirely deserved kind. The kind that does not announce itself. The kind that simply moves in and stays. He would regret that hallway for the rest of his life. He just didn't know it yet.

He didn’t just say what I think he said, what…why would he say that all of a sudden? “Henry…” “I know it sounds unbelievable right now, I mean I’m the same guy who threw his wife out of his house, took their child from her, and made her feel unwanted when she clearly loves me. I’m the same guy who took my mistress in and stayed with her without realizing what I’ve lost. I’m the same guy who rushed to his ex-wife after finding out he has a cheating girlfriend and is now confessing about his unwanted feelings to her. I sound pathetic right?” He asked with a low chuckle but I didn’t say anything.

she said slowly, each word dripping with venom, “I wish I had never crossed paths with you. I wish I had never given you my heart, my trust, or my time. In this lifetime, and any lifetime that follows, I curse the day we met.” Her chest rose and fell as she continued, laying bare the truth he had spent years trying to ignore. “My biggest regret in this entire existence is knowing you. Because of you, I lost years of my life, countless opportunities, and the freedom to be who I wanted to be. You chained me down, controlled my every move, and hurt me in ways that left scars that will never heal. And do you know what the worst part is? No amount of apologies, no tears, no promises can ever fix

He was stalking toward me, jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. "Say it to my face, Camilla." His voice was savage. "You regret letting me fuck you?" Tears blurred my vision. But I didn't back down. "I regret everything," I hissed. "I regret ever letting you touch me. I regret ever thinking you were more than a goddamn piece of shit in an expensive suit." His smile was cold and cruel. "Yeah?" he said, voice low and brutal. "Funny. You didn’t seem to regret it last night."

I turned on my heel, my legs barely carrying me to the bathroom before I bent over the toilet and threw up everything that had been in my system since last night. The stench of my own regret was overwhelming. The man from the club, the one I had let touch me, still clung to me in ways I couldn’t rid myself of. And yet here I was, standing in front of my husband, who hadn’t even bothered to hide his infidelity. Had I somehow become like him? Had I turned into the thing I hated most? I had been so disgusted by Noah’s actions. I had despised him for his lack of loyalty, for the way he had broken me over and over again. But now, here I was facing the consequences of my own choices.

“Don’t lie to me right now.” “I’m not lying!” My voice broke, desperation clawing up my throat. “I swear to God, Ethan, I have never cheated on you. I would never…” “Well, that’s rich.” That was Ethan’s mother, she stood up, her face twisted with disgust. Her perfectly applied makeup couldn’t hide the hatred burning in her eyes. “We all just watched you fuck another man, Ivy. We watched you suck his cock and spread your legs for him like the whore you are.”

“Mr. Enrique, let me tell you the truth about your fiancée. Do you really know who Meadow is? She’s a shameless slut and a p**nstar. Back in high school, she seduced Matt every chance she got. She dragged him into locker rooms after school, the backseats of cars in the parking lot, empty classrooms during lunch—anywhere they could be alone. She didn’t just hook up with him; she filmed every single time. Those videos are still online today, easy to find if you search her name. They have millions of views from all over the world. People leave disgusting comments calling her a cum dumpster, a public glory hole, a dirty whore who loves it rough. Everyone saw her naked, moaning, doing things no d