Novel & Cerita Why Not Rather Be Wronged

“Is it about reputation and dignity again? I owe what I owe. I don’t think it’s shameful to admit when you’ve done something wrong. What’s truly shameful is not correcting your mistakes and not being brave enough to admit them!” Simon’s eyes widened. “What did you say? You’re all grown up now, huh? Are you rebelling? How dare you speak to me like that? Who do you think you are?” It was not shameful to admit when a mistake was made. What was truly shameful was not admitting one’s mistake. Those words completely ignited Simon’s fury.

"I was wrong—" "Yes, you were." She meets my eyes, and the emptiness in them is devastating. "You were wrong to leave. You were wrong to call what we had a mistake. You were wrong to dismiss my feelings as manipulation. And you know what? You're wrong now too. Wrong to think coming back fixes anything. Wrong to think an apology is enough. Wrong to think I'm just waiting here for you to decide I'm worth fighting for." "I know you’re worth fighting for—"

You want to disgrace the Thompson family? Every word landed like a hammer. He grew more agitated, pushing up from his seat, looking ready to strike. Sylvie's mother tried to calm him, rubbing his back, but her eyes shot daggers at me. Even the grandmother chimed in with scorn, "If Sylvie hadn't insisted on marrying you, I would've kicked you out long ago! You're disgraceful and useless!" That's when Tyler spoke up, his voice smooth with faux concern. "Come on now, Johnny's scarred. It makes sense he wouldn't want to be seen in public. It's understandable that he would run off before the wedding."

Or is Ray performing his duties as a father to his only child? What exactly is wrong there? Nothing wrong with the above, right? We are just rewriting all the wrongs here. Mr. Mazur is rewriting his wrong for not choosing his son’s happiness back then, and I am making up for keeping my child and her daddy apart for years, and that too, on the grounds of all those lies that I was fed. We are all victims of this whole injustice, and we are serving justice to the deprived souls, and those rights everything. “We need no guns.” I say this as I sip on my juice.

“Miss, why do some people like to pretend that they are deaf and dumb? It was obviously those eight people who caused you to drown first, and you were even brought to the emergency room. They obviously knew what happened and they knew that those people almost killed you, but they are still speaking for those perpetrators! “What rights do they have? Thank God you’re fine. What’s the point of their apology if something had gone wrong?” The more Miss White spoke, the more agitated she became. She was obviously furious. Sienna reassured her, “I believe that not everyone in this world is unable to discriminate between right and wrong. Miss White, just wait. There will definitely be someone who wi

I wanted him to pay for his sins. Present Day Eva watched me, her expression unreadable. “So now that I am useless to you, what are you going to do?” she asked, her voice laced with bitterness. I smirked. “You might not be useful to me anymore, but someone else is.” Eva’s brows furrowed. “Who?” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “The person who turned Mr. Right into Mr. Wrong.” Eva’s eyes darkened with intrigue. “Who?”

"What was their fault? They didn't do any wrong, then why were they punished, why was i? Why did your father thought that all the politicians are corrupted? Because of his one mistake i lost my family. Tell me, why won't i take revenge from your dad? Does he deserve my respect? Tell me who's right, who's wrong.

“You don’t understand because you’ve never asked. And you’ve never asked because you don’t care to know. Or maybe you do care, but you don’t want to have a reason to feel what I feel, a reason to understand me and how I am the way I am.” “Nothing would ever justify the way you are and the way you choose to live. Even if a wrong was done to you. There is a saying that two wrongs don’t make a right, and I believe that. You’re trying to correct the wrong that was done to you with more wrong actions. It only makes everything worse.” I replied to him. “Maybe you accepting to be mine would make me want to change to be the kind of mate you want. Have you ever considered that maybe you refusing me i

I didn't understand why he was blaming the whole gender because of a person's mistake. "I was hurt deeply and irrevocably by a male, yet you don't see me talking down on males at every whim just to express my displeasure. What I'm saying is, yes we might get hurt but that doesn't define us if you understand what I'm trying to say. I don't care about others when it comes to this because I know that a lot of people just say these things to make sure that people pity them. Only a few people have been wronged innocently." I muttered