Why Not Rather Be Wronged Novels & Stories

“Dude. Do you even remember what you said at your brother’s wedding? You bragged to him in front of everyone that you married his fiancé the night before and had great sex with her. If your words didn’t hurt her, I’m sure your cheesy smirk did. I’m still surprised that Brett let you off with only one punch. If it was me, I would have kept hitting you until you couldn’t move.” While standing in front of the window, I look out and scan the city. “I also remember Deanna’s parents disowning her in front of everyone, too. If I had been thinking more clearly, I would have immediately pulled her out of the church and brought her to my house. I still kick myself for letting her leave the chu

But it was the feeling of being watched that I once again felt which made me quicken my steps. As I was speed walking, my phone pinged with a new text. Thinking that Riley must’ve replied, I checked and found a text from him. Mr Wrong: Do you believe in an eye for an eye? Nina: Depends. Mr Wrong: On what? Nina: What if the other person only has one eye to begin with. Mr Wrong: What if he has both? Nina: Still. Maybe he doesn’t deserve it. Mr Wrong: What if he does?

"Why admit it? Why accept blame? Why acknowledge wrongdoing? You won. You saved your community. You transformed enemies into beings. You achieved victory. Why apologize? Why feel guilt? Why accept condemnation? You did what you had to do. What was necessary. What was required. Why admit it was wrong?" "Because it was wrong," Hope said simply. "Victory does not make violation acceptable. Success does not make force justified. Saving others does not make stealing choice right. I did what I believed I had to do. But that does not make it morally correct. Does not make it ethically acceptable. Does not make it right. I violated you. That violation was wrong. Period. No justification changes that

Is qisse ka galat koyi anjaam nahi aane dunga Logon ke taano mein tera naam nahi aane dunga Saza milegi usko Jo galat hai Is galati ka tujh par koyi ilzaam nahi aane dunga" (I will not let this thing's result go wrong I will not let your name come in people's taunts, Whoever is wrong will be punished I will not let everyone blame you for this mistake) - I thought, I won't tolerate anyone saying bad about her. She is my pride, she is my love. I can't hear anything against her.

Vanessa was tied to a ship, dangling over the water, shivering in the cold sea wind. But I felt no satisfaction. Only endless regret. If I hadn't let her use me, Elena wouldn't have been hurt. If it wasn't for my greed and indulgence, our child wouldn't be dead. If it wasn't for my stupidity, Elena wouldn't have left me. I handed them the knife. And I plunged it straight into Elena’s heart. I covered my face, tears streaming through my fingers. Elena, I'm sorry. I was so wrong. "Boss..." Marco said, returning after dealing with Vanessa. He saw the state I was in and hesitated.

I stood in the middle of it with my arms folded while he closed the door. “He wants to make it right,” Damien said, turning to face me. “He wants to feel better about himself,” I said. “Those are different things.” “Maybe both are true.” “Probably both are true. That doesn’t mean I owe him the opportunity.” Damien moved closer, stopping in front of me. “Nobody is saying you owe him anything.” His voice was measured, careful. “I’m asking you to consider that people can be sorry for the right reasons even if they arrived at sorry through the wrong ones.”

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

“Please, I know you are in there and I know I messed up. I shouldn't have said those things. I was wrong. I was hurt and confused, and I took it out on you and that wasn't fair.” But still– silence. I leaned my forehead against the door. “You didn't deserve that,” just continued. “You've always been there for me, and I let my insecurity turn me into some ugly duckling. I'm so sorry.” My voice broke in my last words, but still she said nothing. Tears burned my eyes as I wiped them off angrily, frustrated at myself. “I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I just need you to know that I know I was wrong.”

Why in the world am I still holding up? “you should apologize to him, Clara. Just do it and save yourself. This is not worth it.” Mabel pleaded. With the chicken broth settling in my belly, I felt a bit energetic to speak. Even though the words came out faint, it was audible enough. “beg him? why would I do that? begging him means I accept the injustice melted on me by him. I did nothing wrong, Mabel. In the world I was nurtured we do not give evil people the power to triumph over us.”

Does she deserve it? "I only wanted to teach her a lesson. How was I supposed to know that was your father? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself! If you had introduced me to your father earlier, I wouldn't have mistaken him for someone else and hit the wrong person!" "Shut up!" Ethan let out a furious roar and tightened both hands around Mia's neck as if he wanted to tear her head off. However, someone hated Mia even more than he did then. "You b*tch! You killed my husband!"