Infidelity-his Regret My Revenge Novels & Stories

She said to the ultrasound of her baby from years ago. Everything Lucas did to her came running back…like a salt rubbed on her bruises. She cleanse her tears, “I won’t forgive you Lucas. You hurt me deeply!” She concluded.

“What are you saying?” I reached up, cupping his face with both hands, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Marco cheated on me. He told me I’m disgusting. Ugly. Used up after giving him five kids. That we’re only married on paper. He hasn’t touched me in almost two years… but I know you want me. I’ve always known. So I’m done waiting. I want revenge. I want you to fuck me. I want you to claim this body he doesn’t want anymore. Make me yours and Ruin me for him.” The confession hung heavy in the air between us. Luca’s grip on my waist tightened almost painfully, his cock twitching against me. For a moment, I worried I had gone too far.

“Every day I regret that I can’t take you out as my wife without people whispering. Every day I regret that I can’t give you a normal life. Every day I regret that your mother trusted me… and I turned her daughter into my personal sex toy.” He leaned down and kissed me slowly, deeply. “But then I look at you,” he murmured against my lips. “Collared. Marked. Wet and begging for my cock. And the regret disappears. Because this you, completely mine is the only thing that feels right.” He slid his hand between my legs, finding me soaked again. “Tell me the truth, babygirl,” he said, pushing two fingers inside me. “Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to find a proper wife and keep you as my hi

“B-but, Daven—” “Do you have anything else to say?” “Why are you being like this?” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’ve been trying to explain. This wasn’t my fault—” “I haven’t heard a single explanation,” he snapped, cutting her off. “All I’ve heard are excuses. Excuses to justify what you did. Not once did I hear you say you regretted it—doing this behind my back.” He jabbed a finger toward his own chest. “It’s like I’m the one who betrayed you, not the other way around. Like I’m to blame for your affair. When you were the one who broke us.”

"You said yourself she's being dramatic. Let her lie there and think about what she's done. Maybe when we get back, she'll be ready to apologize." Apologize. For what? For refusing to cook? For not dying fast enough in the street? More footsteps. The bedroom door closing. Voices fading down the hallway and stairs. Then the front door slammed, and the house fell silent. I lay on the floor of my bedroom, alone and bleeding, while my husband and son went out to dinner with another woman. Again. Abandoned again. Left to die again. The pattern was almost funny, in a twisted way. Maybe this was just my life now, an endless cycle of being left behind while they moved on without me.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is your sweetheart pressuring you?" I looked at him hopelessly. "Ryan, not everyone can engage in extramarital affairs with a clear conscience like you." "Am I having an affair?" "Aren't you?" I asked. "You keep saying it's just to repay Grandpa's kindness, but in reality, you left your newly wedded wife for her, stayed out late frequently, and broke your promises to me time and time again! You can't cover up 'cheating' with a hypocritical excuse and expect everything to be fine!"

His trust, his love, his belief in me. He's too close to me and trusted me enough to bring the girl he loves home. And I shattered it. “I regret it!” he yells. That one hits differently, and it sinks deeper. “I regret bringing you here. I regret being your friend. I regret caring about you!” Regret. The word echoes in my head because I feel it too. A suffocating, unbearable regret that claws at my chest and refuses to let go. “I regret loving a liar!” My fists clench at my sides in shame because that's also what I am right now….a liar, a failure, a disgrace of a father.

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

“I let you believe she didn’t love you when she loved you more than anything.” “Why?” The question was simple but devastating. “Because I wanted Vivian as a daughter-in-law instead of Serena. Because I thought Serena wasn’t good enough for this family. Because I was a snob and a fool who valued status over kindness.” I wiped my eyes. “And because I thought I knew what was best for everyone. I was wrong.” Serena spoke for the first time. “Do you actually regret it? Or are you just sorry you got caught?” “Both,” I said honestly. “I regret hurting you. I regret the years you lost with your son. I regret the pain I caused. But I’m also sorry I got caught because now the whole world will know wha

“I wanted to punish Rowan. To hurt him like he hurt me. I knew he always disliked Calvin for the way he crushed on me, so that night I approached Calvin and seduced him. I knew word would probably get back to Rowan, and that would have hurt him. That’s why I slept with Calvin that night, because I counted on Rowan's friend telling him. He would have been so hurt; I would have gotten my revenge, and maybe then it would no longer hurt as much.” I don’t tell them, but it’s also how I lost my virginity. I was saving it for Rowan and in the end I gave it to the guy who kept fighting for me to love him. “I regretted it the next morning. It had been foolish of me to sleep with a guy I didn’t even l