Mistaken Novels & Stories

she said, and I could hear the joy in her voice, which was far from what I was feeling. "I thought your boyfriend's name was Jayden?" I asked. "Jayden? Of course not! My boyfriend's name is Aida, Aidan Andrada, but it sounded like Jayden, so you mistook his name," she said, laughing. I felt like the world was crumbling on me when I heard her words, and I would rather dig a hole and bury myself in it than face the truth. I made a very stupid mistake of kidnapping the wrong person, and the worst part of it all, it had to be Jayden Andrada!

“Why do you make everything so...ridiculous?” “Because you make it too easy,” I replied, my grin refusing to fade. “Look, Eloise, I’m not the one calling kisses ‘mistakes’ like they’re typos in a text message. A mistake is forgetting your wallet, not...that. not almost having an intercourse” “It was a mistake,” she snapped, finally meeting my eyes. “I was exhausted, emotional, and not thinking straight. And I’m sorry if that bruises your massive ego, but it’s the truth.”

"Laurie, in the business world, socializing and playing along are inevitable. I can't believe you lacked trust in me to this extent. Do you really believe everything Jennifer says?" After hearing those words, Laura could not help but feel guilty. "I'm sorry. I was wrong," she apologized softly. "Do you know what you did wrong?" asked Michel. Laura looked at him blankly. He then patiently and gently explained, "Your mistake was not bringing up the issue with me right away. Instead, you chose to believe others, leading to a misunderstanding. You were wrong by overthinking all night and tormenting yourself with someone else's mistake." Laura's heart melted at the sight of Michel's demeanor. Tou

One stupid mistake. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling. My vision blurred as I read the message again, slowly, letting the words sink in. A breathless, bitter laugh escaped me. "Right. A little mistake," I muttered. I didn't even care about the part where he said he loved her more. What burned was him calling it one stupid mistake. "Sleeping with my best friend," I whispered, a shaky, humorless laugh catching in my throat. "Just a little mistake." My thumb hovered over the screen, the taste of bitterness sharp on my tongue.

Kane stood and left, giving us privacy. Sarah also tactfully retreated to a distance. "What are you doing here?" I asked calmly. Damon got down on his knees before me. "I came to apologize and make amends." "Stand up." I frowned. "This looks pathetic." "No, I have to kneel," he said through tears. "Elena, I know I made unforgivable mistakes. I was blinded, fooled, and I hurt the one person I should never have hurt." I looked at him, my heart unmoved.

I mutter, my voice inaudible. Is this fate? This is some kind of sick joke? What the fuck is going on? I seize the wheel tighter and floor it.

She had faced so much, had undergone a struggle that she hadn't even realized was actual. "What are you referring to when you say a mistake?" Cecilia's voice was soft, imbued with skepticism. "How could such a diagnosis possibly be a mistake?" "What led to this, Marcus?" Dr. Marcus's shoulders drooped beneath the burden of her words. "It shouldn't have turned out this way," he murmured, his voice hardly hearable. "The laboratory scientist who was working that day... she erred." She incorrectly filed your results with those of a cancer patient. Your results... your file became confused with another person's, which led to the diagnosis being made.

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I quietly looked at him, my heart no longer hurting as much as I had imagined it would. “Luca,” I called softly. The child immediately looked up, as if grasping onto his last bit of hope. “When you grow up, you’ll understand that liking one person doesn’t mean you can use another person as a stepping stone. “You looked down on me for being injured, not being able to hold a gun steadily, or being the mother you wanted. Those things were real. “And your regret today is real, too. “But regret doesn’t take back words that have already been spoken.”

I said: I was angry at myself and humiliated and absolutely certain I had ruined whatever chance I had at the thing I had been building toward for five years. He said: Yes. I said: And what I built from that morning is what the dedication describes. He said: Yes. I said: You were watching from the beginning. He said: Since the dinner at The Velvet Fork. I said: You saw it then. He said: I saw someone who was in the wrong room for the right reason. Someone who had made a mistake and was not going to let the mistake be the end of it. I said: You fell in love with the not-letting-it-be-the-end.