Why Not Rather Be Wronged Mga Nobela at Kwento

I found the sight to be both tragic and absurd. I stepped forward and delivered another blow. "Of course, it takes an evil hand to punish evil. Let's see if you survive this."

“Then, my father abandoned me for whatever reason you all think is justified. What about me? I was not even made to understand that it was justified. I knew nothing. How would I know his thoughts? Isn't it unfair to me?” “You can feel wronged,” Bella said. “You are indeed wronged. But you are in a very complex situation where right or wrong doesn't matter. Right and wrong are subjective. Your right is right according to your father and mother but their right is also not wrong for them. To be honest, in this situation, no one can blame each other. It's just too confusing.” “How do you know my father?” Roseanne asked her. Bella smiled. “We go way back.”

He huffs as he already feels the young boy is not worth the hassle. Nero doesn’t care what he is wearing, the pain over having lost his family sits deep cutting open wounds into his small heart. He lost everything in a blink of a moment, blaming himself for hiding when he could have helped his father. He should have fought, his mother told him to be brave. “What was brave about hiding?” he asks himself over and over again.

Every one should bear the weight of their mistakes instead of leaving it to others to bear it for them. " I am sorry for putting all the blames on you. I played my part as much as you did yours. Both of us were driven by our feelings for the victims. You gave too much of your time and invested a lot of emotions into loving Hamdan yet he disappointed you. You had the right to feel wronged. The only mistakes you committed was that you vented your frustrations and anger on the wrong person and using the wrong method.

Ethan argued defiantly but was once again interrupted by Liam. "Being the victim of a malicious plan doesn't give you the right to harm others. Revenge is not a wise choice, Ethan," Liam earnestly advised. "What happened to you, Liam? Why are you defending the wrongdoer? This doesn't seem like a lawyer at all," Ethan exclaimed in disbelief, struggling to understand Liam's perspective and not accepting Liam's stance against him. "Whoever is wrong will have to face the law," Liam affirmed. "You don't have to commit a crime for something that isn't worth it."

"What were you doing all those times when you had your mistress by your side?" His jaw clenched. "Two wrongs don’t make a right, Sophia." I let out a quiet chuckle. "Exactly," I said, my gaze unwavering. "Two wrongs don’t make a right. That’s why I’m trying to right my wrongs." I squeezed Caleb’s hand, my voice firm. "Caleb is my chance to do that. And no matter what you or anyone else says, that will never change." Victor’s nostrils flared, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something else.

“We didn’t do anything wrong. They’re the ones who made a mistake. Don’t worry. They’ll soon be begging us to come back. They’ll be the ones regretting everything. “But it’s pointless to say anything right now.”

“If I just rape and murder one of his women, all will be right in the world again. Justice will be served. And wasn’t it just handy you were the bitch who got me arrested on the very night I came up with the idea? And that I got a brief glimpse of your name and address on one of the witness reports in the file they had open when I signed my bond paperwork to get out of jail. It was as if destiny was telling me what to do, demanding what I do.” I whimpered and my bottom lip trembled. There was so much I wanted to say to him: Two wrongs didn’t make a right. I hadn’t been the one to kill his mother, so revenge really wouldn’t be served if he hurt me. There would be no justice in this.

“I am completely sane. I have an hour and half to hand over the relevant documents to them… Let’s make the time count. Come with me…” Together, we leave my house for the company. Two wrongs, they say, do not make a right… but who knows? One obvious, desperate right might cancel out the other’s wrong. My right will cancel out my own wrong, then, I will be vindicated, and then, will I have the upper hand against this bullying duo.

He spurted out. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Did I see something wrong? Was he really asking me if I saw something wrong? Wasn't the question supposed to be, Did he do something wrong? Gosh! He didn't even see anything wrong in what he did. He thought it was okay. If we think about it well, it was actually okay. He made no mistake since there was nothing between us but... I couldn't just stop myself from getting annoyed. I felt cheated and jilted.