"I cheated on you," he says, the words uttered with a sense of resignation, as if he knows there is no way to justify his actions. His hesitation is palpable, as if he is bracing himself for my reaction, and it's clear that he understands the gravity of his betrayal.
My heart sinks, and I struggle to find the right words to respond. The air feels heavy, charged with the tension of the moment. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice.
"Why?" I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. It's a simple question, but it carries the weight of a thousand emotions, the hurt, the confusion, and the sense of betrayal all rolled into one.
He looks down, unable to meet my eyes, and I can see the guilt etched on his face. "I don't have a good enough reason," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "I made a mistake, and I'm sorry."
His apology is sincere, but it's not enough to erase the hurt that now lingers between us. The trust that was once so solid has been shattered, and I'm left grappling with a maelstrom of emotions.
I take a moment to collect myself, to process the revelation. The silence stretches on, punctuated only by the heavy weight of the truth that hangs in the air. The room feels stifling, and I can't ignore the sense of betrayal that now lingers between us.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally speak, my voice tinged with a mix of pain and disappointment. "I don't know what to say right now," I say softly.
"This changes everything Nikolai." My words are measured, careful, as I try to convey the enormity of the situation.
He nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of his actions. The guilt in his eyes is undeniable, and I can see the regret etched on his face. But despite that, the damage has been done, and the breach of trust is palpable.
The silence returns, thick and heavy, enveloping us once again. It's a silence that speaks volumes, a silence that echoes with the weight of his confession, and a silence that leaves us both grappling with the aftermath of his betrayal.
I feel a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion swirling inside me. I want to lash out, to demand answers, to understand why he would betray my trust in such a fundamental way. But at the same time, I'm at a loss for words. The shock of his confession has left me reeling, struggling to come to terms with the reality of the situation.
Part of me wants to turn and walk away, to distance myself from the pain that he has caused. But another part of me is torn, unable to let go of the connection we only just gained. The conflicting emotions battle within me, leaving me feeling emotionally exhausted and overwhelmed.
He reaches out a hand, as if to comfort me, but I flinch away. His touch feels foreign, tainted by his betrayal. I can't bear the thought of his hands on me now, knowing what he has done. The sense of betrayal cuts deep, leaving a raw wound that I'm not sure can ever fully heal.
"I'm so sorry," he says again, his voice breaking with emotion. "I wish I could take it back," His words hang in the air, a painful reminder of the irreversible damage that has been done.
I finally find my voice, though it trembles with emotion, "But you can't," I say softly, struggling to hold back tears.
His expression turns pained, and he looks down, unable to meet my eyes. I can see the guilt and shame etched on his face, but my anger overrides any sympathy I might have once had for him. The hurt he has caused me is too deep, and his excuses fall on deaf ears.
He nods, tears glistening in his eyes as he understands the magnitude of his mistake.
We only just became comfortable with one another, and now he goes and does this. He only showed me his face just over a week ago, he slept with me. Now he goes and fucks some other girl.
"I'm sorry Arabella, please forgive me," he begs.
A surge of anger rises within me, fueled by the pain of his betrayal. The frustration boils over, and I can no longer contain the anger that has been building up inside me.
"You have the audacity to say 'I'm sorry'?" I seethe, my voice sharp with anger. "Sorry doesn't fucking cut it. I can't believe you would do this."
He looks taken aback by the fury in my voice, and he opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "Your mother would be so disappointed in you. She raised you better than this, and you know it," I say, my voice trembling with rage.
"Don't you dare bring her into this," his face suddenly changed to a pained, ranged expression. I cut him off anyways.
"You had a choice," I continue, my voice rising. "You made a choice, and now you have to face the consequences. You made a conscious decision to betray me, and I can't forgive that. Don't even try and use the death of your parents as an excuse, I lost them too and you don't see me going around and sucking some other guys dick,"
The tension in the air is palpable, and I can feel my chest heaving with anger and hurt. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on me, and I'm overcome with a mix of emotions. The pain of his betrayal cuts deep, and I struggle to contain the anger and hurt that surge through me.
"I need time alone," I finally say, my voice strained. "I need space to process this, to figure out what comes next."
He reaches out a hand, but I pull away, unable to bear his touch. The anger and hurt are too raw, and I need to distance myself from him, at least for now. With a heavy heart, I turn and walk away, leaving him standing there, his words of apology are vapid and hollow.
As I walk away, I can hear him calling my name, but I don't turn back. The hurt and anger are too raw, and I need space to sort through my emotions, to find a way forward. His apologies are not enough to undo the damage that has been done, and I'm left grappling with the aftermath of his betrayal, uncertain of what the future holds.
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Tied to the Throne
Romance"This marriage is nothing but an alliance to me. Don't expect anything else, because you won't get it. I will never love you." "It felt as if my parents had tied me to the throne. Tied me to him." - A princess and a prince, forced into a marriage th...
