Now They Want My Forgiveness Novels & Stories

“And I need to know if there’s any way… any possible way You could ever forgive me.” I folded my arms tight across my chest, trying to hold myself together. “You humiliated me in front of five hundred people. You offered me money like I was a prostitute. You called our baby a trap.” My throat burned as I spoke. “Four million people watched the whole thing. And now you’re here asking for forgiveness?”

We were supposed to be beyond this, and yet here we were, trapped in a moment neither of us wanted. “I don’t care, Lyla,” Chad said, his voice rough with emotion, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “All I want is your forgiveness. I don’t care if the entire world sees me like this. I messed up badly, and I’m here to make things right, no matter the cost. Please… please don’t push me away. All I ask for is your forgiveness and maybe a chance at reconciliation.”

“I’ve never thought that being popular would be that torturous. I wanted to go back to the old days and rectify all my mistakes. The only thing my soul is asking for is her forgiveness. I don’t know why but I feel like she is still alive. Her death seems so unreal to me.” ********

All I ask of you is to give me a chance; please give me a second chance to get to know me better. - What do you mean by that? - Do you want to go out with me? Do you want to be my girlfriend? - I... I’m quite confused by everything you just told me. And I’m lost too. Can you give me a little time? - Whatever you want. If that means we will see each other again and that you will forgive me? - As for forgiveness, I don’t know yet; for now, I want to go home. - Wait.

I feel like I’m missing something. “That’s why I’m here.” I step towards him, trying to show my sincerity on my face as best I can. “I want to make it right. You never deserved your curse, and I can’t give you back all those years or undo what was done as a result, but I can finally lift your curse and let you be you again. I don’t expect your forgiveness and I know I don’t deserve it, but at least let me give you yourself back,” I plead.

He quickly turned to me and stepped forward to grab my shoulders, “you don’t have to choose. It’s nothing for me to help you. And my offer still stands. If you can’t offer me any other compensation…. I will be happy with anything. Please just give me a chance.” I bit my lip. His eyes were pleading, desperate, and sincere. After a few moments of thought, I slowly nodded, “I will go out with you. You don’t have to buy my tuition.” “Really?” He looked relieved and pulled me into a tight hug. “I want to do it for you. Pay me back… however you want.” ~ Present Day It was that deal that Jacob had quoted when I caught him at the bar. My forgiveness repaid my debt. My suffering was compensation.

He paused for a short while before elaborating. "I don't just want to ask for her forgiveness. I want to earn it as well. I want to fight for it. I want her to forgive me out of her free will. I don't just want her to forgive and have trust in me, I need her to do so. So I will fight for it. And I'll earn it. I'll earn her forgiveness and trust even if it's the last thing I do, Ethan Marlowe!"

“No, I only want your forgiveness. I apologize for calling you those horrible names. I am a horrible person who deserves to die, but you gave me a second chance at life…” Confusion swirled in my mind because what the heck was he talking about? Slowly, I noticed that I was starting to garner attention as people’s eyes were on me. “If you don't forgive me…my life will be over” “Do I look like I care?” Leo let out a loud cry that made me blink rapidly. This was becoming embarrassing. “Okay, okay. I forgive you and I don't understand why you need my forgiveness, but I forgive you. So please leave”

Screw it! I shouldn’t do this, but my tongue is already moving. “You want a shot at forgiveness? Earn it. See all those people lined up?” I gesture to the growing chaos. There are suits with phones, moms with strollers, a cluster of college students all asking for iced-this and extra-whatever. “If you want me to forgive you, then come back here and serve some coffee.” Dante’s eyebrows arch. “You want me…to make coffee?” I feel stupid. Silly. I’m asking a famous person who probably has a butler to wipe his butt to serve coffee, but he is the one who ASKED for another chance. If he wants one, then he needs to show me he is a human.

“I’m sorry, Freya. I’m really sorry…” I looked calmly at her. I didn’t feel heartbroken for her, nor did I feel satisfaction. She cried for a long time before finally looking up at me. “Freya, are you willing to forgive me?” I thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know. “Maybe someday. But not right now.” “Right now, I just want to live my life. I don’t want to be treated like an outsider anymore, and I don’t want to keep being the ‘understanding’ one everyone takes advantage of.”