That Was His Mistake Novels & Stories

For the hundredth time that day and for the millionth time since he met Sebastian Keates, he groaned. He was an error. More like a virus. Or simply the collective result of the multiple bad bad decisions he had made in his life.

She went back home dejected and broken with no one to console her or even advise her on what to do. After brooding over the issue for three days more, she finally came to the conclusion that she has to choose between her life and the baby. She has a bright future in front of her and she will not allow the presence of the baby to hinder her life. She acknowledged her mistake, let the fact that her mother has left her sink and concluded that life goes on.

"Which is the problem." "How is that a problem?" "Because I have one job, Elena. Keep you breathing. Everything else is a liability I can't afford and neither can you." He finally looked at me, and his eyes were doing that thing again, going flat and careful, like he was folding himself back into a smaller, safer shape. "Last night was a mistake." I felt that land somewhere under my ribs. "A mistake," I repeated. "Yes." "Funny," I said, "you didn't feel like a mistake at the time."

Alex shook his head and slowly said, "Don't say that. Symore, you may not believe me, but a few months ago, I was also tricked by that woman. Because of that, I was almost saddled with a huge debt of $50 million." "There's such a thing? Mr. Cohen, is it true? Or are you just comforting me?" "Is it really that comforting? Of course it’s true. Symore, what I want to say is that making a mistake is not all that bad. As Zeke said just now, we can recognize our shortcomings to better improve ourselves through the mistakes we made. So it’s also a good thing. Another example is Sir G. Someone as strong as him also made some mistakes when he was young and almost lost his life."

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He was admitting it. The crowd had gone completely silent again. I could hear the faint crackle of the firepit, my entire world was being destroyed in front of an audience. His voice was soft, but it made the ground shift beneath me. “After that night… things got out of control. I didn’t think…” He stopped, drawing in a shaky breath. “It was a mistake. A moment I never thought would follow me here.” A mistake? The word tore through me like claws. My heartbeat thundered painfully in my ears, but the rest of me went numb. Around us, no one dared to move, no one dared to speak. The silence was suffocating.

I yelled back, feeling angry that he thought he could manipulate me with his words. “This was a big fucking mistake.” He growled, running his hand through his blonde hair in frustration. “What the fuck do you mean by that?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him. “Exactly what you are thinking. We made a big mistake jumping into this. No, scratch that, I made a mistake agreeing to this arrangement. I knew it would end in a fucking disaster, I just thought I'd give you time, but you clearly don't need that. You don't fucking care about anyone but yourself, and it took me two fucking months to realize that.” His tone wasn't judging or angry. If anything, he sounded pained.

Was this another mistake that he would later tell me he made in the heat of the moment? “That was a huge mistake.” he confessed with remorse, his fingers tightening into fists as the reminder of his actions flashed in his eyes like a painful memory. He gulped hard, saying through a heavy throat, “I will make it up to you. You are the one who will be my mate.”

Then he sighed, exhausted and the sound seemed to pull all the air out of the room with it. “It was a mistake,” he informed me quietly, voice steady despite the tremor I could still hear underneath. “I was high from the drink and the pain medication, and I wasn’t in my right mind that night. I’m also giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming you weren’t either. It was a messy mistake. One that won’t repeat itself.” A mistake, huh. Yeah… what the hell was I expecting? A declaration of love? God, I’m so fucking stupid.

"When, then?! When do we talk about stuff? I feel like you're mad at me, and I want to talk about it!" "This is a mistake…" he muttered. "What?" My eyes were already stained with tears. "What is a mistake?" "This." His voice was firm. He meant it. "living under the same roof as you. Why did I think it would make any sense?" I scoffed, unable to process what I was hearing. I snapped back into reality. I must have forgotten where I belonged for a second there. He was a man I knew nothing about. Of course, it was a mistake. "You're right. It is a mistake."