Novel & Cerita Novel Three Mistakes Of My Life

I didn’t know whether the Universe would actually help me, but it felt as though I had just written three strict prohibitions for the rest of my life. Folding the paper in half, I lifted my head and suddenly felt an unbearable craving for coffee and a pastry. A cozy café stood right across the street. As I sipped the hot, dark liquid, my thoughts drifted to the two biggest mistakes of my life. The first was Kirill. He had completely disarmed me with his confessions that we were destined for each other and his promises of a wonderful life together. And I, like a naïve fool, believed him. Later, it was unbearably painful to learn that he had simply mistaken me for his true destined mate.

"Xavier, come now, let us have a man-to-man talk. I have quite some experience. Throughout my life, I have come across several instances of young men totally wrapped up in the fever of the moment. You think it is love, the world calls it a distraction. “Now the question is about the legacy - that's what lasts." "Uncle, it's not a fever, " I said, almost whispering. "And it certainly isn't a distraction. Nichole is the only thing in my life that feels authentic. Everything else, this house, the accounts, the board meetings - it is all like a script they are making me read." I said bluntly. Uncle Klaus left his seat and came up to me. Despite his height being less than mine, he seemed to domin

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

He died the day he got his memory back. The Alpha King Eric of today was worlds away from me. He was the moon in the sky, and I was just worthless dust. He was a big shot in the business world, while I was just a little pebble he’d once stepped on, easily kicked aside. Just like a firefly can never compare to the moon, he was destined to be with an Alpha who shone just as brightly. If that was the case, why make myself miserable? Why be a stumbling block in his path?

If he had known I was dying, he would have never let go. "Zoe, I'm taking you home," he whispered. Caleb gave me the grand funeral he thought I deserved. Wearing a black suit, he stood in front of my photo, completely undone with grief. Day after day, he blamed himself for not seeing it sooner. If only he had known that I had Wolf Dissolution Disorder and if only he had been paying attention, maybe I wouldn't have died. This was all his fault. "Zoe, how could you leave me like this… You promised we'd go to Snowland together… You said we'd watch the aurora. You can't go back on that."

I asked slowly, "Do you even know what your mistake really was?" His eyes lit with hope, and he nodded frantically. "I do, I do! I never should've lied to you. I never should've been with Iris! I never should've—" "No." I cut him off cold. "Your biggest mistake was wanting everything. "I ran our home. I gave you peace, love, and a family. But you still craved the Pooles' money and connections. You treated me like the safety net holding you up while showing off Iris as your prize.

Everything we’d b‍uilt — the fragil⁠e peace, the slow trust⁠, the laughter that made th‍e silence beauti‌ful — it al‍l sha‌ttered wi‍th one me⁠ssage. One kiss. On‍e mistake. ‍I pressed a t‍rembling hand‌ to my mouth. T‌he image of his face when I confronted‍ him wou‍ldn’t leav⁠e me. The way his e‍yes‌ begged for‍ me to listen. The hesitation that destroyed him. If it truly was a mistake, why did it‌ hurt so much? The phone in my pocket buzzed again — unknown number. I almost threw it into the river, b‌ut something ma‍de me gl⁠ance.

"I think even her kneeling there has dirtied our god." "Get lost!" Amidst the curses all around, Mindy continued, "Using my husband's blood to save the homewrecker was my third mistake. Giving up my husband's home for the homewrecker was my fourth mistake. "Leaving my husband in the cold yard just because of a few words from the homewrecker was my fifth mistake. Not fulfilling my wifely duties was my sixth mistake. “Breaking my husband's heart and forcing him to flee to a foreign country just to avoid me was my seventh mistake!”

*"I made a mistake. The biggest mistake of my life." A mistake. That's what he called it. Not a deliberate choice to believe lies over truth. Not a conscious decision to protect his own image at the cost of an innocent girl's life. A mistake, as if he'd simply miscalculated and arrived at the wrong answer on a math problem. The glass in my hand creaked ominously, and I realized I was gripping it hard enough to crack. I forced my fingers to relax, drawing on the breathing techniques Grandfather had taught me during those first, difficult months when rage had threatened to consume me entirely.