Infidelity-his Regret My Revenge Novels & Stories

I hope you find someone who treats you the way you should have always been treated, who doesn’t make you question your value, who doesn’t make you compete for love, who chooses you fully, honestly, and without hesitation. I wasn’t that man but I wish I had been. I’m sorry for everything, Aria. For the cheating.For the lies. For the manipulation. For the comparisons. For the gaslighting. For the silence when you needed me to speak. For the pain I caused you.For breaking something that was real, you didn’t deserve any of it. And I will carry that truth with me for the rest of my life..." Tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably. Why did he regret it too late? Why did he cause me pain?

A bitter grin appeared on my face and I pulled my hand away from him. “You don’t know what you are saying. I felt it. You were banging her while you left me to suffer, to get consumed in the pain of your infidelity. I regret ever seeing you. I regret ever losing my heart to you. And I mostly regret the day I allowed you to deflower me. I regret everything that linked us together,” I groaned. He shook his head at every word I said, refusing to accept. In his eyes lies remorse, the dire face of karma.

MONIQUE I knew what he was talking about.... Him Ryan. The man I regretted marrying. The man who got pieces of me I wasn't supposed to give. But I did..... And God I regretted that decision. "It's you.... I want to give it to you all. Take everything you want. I'm yours." I declared. I felt him freeze, just for a second. A hesitation. A thought flickering through him that I couldn’t read. But before I could rethink the words, his lips closed around my other nipple and the world fell apart again.

"You dared to cheat on me!" "Yes, I did. But it's a mistake I don't regret. I love my son." "You crawled into my bed seven years ago and I married you as you wanted. Yet, you cheated on me, you disgusting slut! I should have known that a leopard never shades its spot. I want to strangle you right now." "I am not a slut. They were both mistakes. I regret the first but I don't regret the second. Liam is my greatest joy." "Do you really intend to drag my name to the mud?"

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

"What do you mean?" "You've been nothing but trouble since the beginning. Our marriage happened because you drugged me and set up that scandal with the cameras. I had to marry you to save my reputation." His words hurt so much. I squeeze the test result in my hand. "That's not true, I-I wo-would nev-" I can't even talk right. "Stop it, Clara. I'm tired of your lies. I should have known better than to trust someone like you," he says. His voice is so sharp.

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.

But I feel the urge to work in that dive as an act of revenge, because he’s unfaithful to me. On top of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eduardo—the owner of the cabaret and my brother-in-law. I had never cheated on my husband before. It was my first experience with infidelity. And it had been magnificent. I still trembled remembering his touch, his kisses, and the way he made love to me. He made me feel like a living, breathing woman—not just some trophy he bought, the way Cristian makes me feel.

From the look in his eyes, the man looked like he was in pain. Sadness, anger, disappointment all mixed together. Raga was disappointed to know Yasmin regretted what they did last night. The man did not know what was wrong and lacking from him until Yasmin regretted what had happened between the two of them. "Yasmin. I don't know why you reject me so much. I've tried to give you my best but you never saw it. Now I ask you, do you regret what we did? Do you regret giving your body to me, your own husband? Why? Am I so dirty to you that you regret it? Am I so undeserving that you regret it? Why, Yasmin?"

“I failed you.” For a moment, his vulnerability disarmed me. It was hard to reconcile this man—filled with regret and raw emotion—with the cold, calculating Emerson I’d come to hate. But then the memory of Lilith’s words came crashing back, and my anger reignited. “So… that night… you got drunk and cheated on me, and got Lilith pregnant? Anything else I need to know?” I asked, my voice turning icy.