His Wife Of Forcèd Fate ✓

Chapter - 23

Gently, she touched his shoulder, silently offering her support. There were no words to make his pain disappear, but she wanted him to know he didn't have to face it alone. Together, they stood two souls sharing a complex journey, each dealing with their own struggles.

As she gently tried to console him, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and self hatred. His voice trembled as he uttered, "You should also leave." his voice heavy with a sad tone that felt like a sharp piece of glass in the air. For a brief, confusing moment, she stood there, her heart caught between sympathy and confusion, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Then, he continued, his words heavy with anguish, "I hurt people. I only give them pain. That's why you should leave."

Her heart sank at his words. She hadn't expected this self-inflicted guilt and suffering that seemed to consume him. She tried to find the right words to comfort him, but he continued his voice shaking, "But who would know it better than you? I've already hurt you. have already made you cry. You don't deserve that."

A intense silence settled between them, broken only by the weight of his confession. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of hope between the sadness. In that moment, she realized the extent of his inner conflict the burden of past mistakes that was sitting heavily on his conscience.

Between the heavy silence that enveloped them, he spoke with a hint of pain in his voice, "That's why I said the incident between us was just a mistake. Because I don't deserve happiness, I don't deserve peace after what I did to her, my first wife."

I won't leave you," she finally replied, her voice steady and sincere

"I won't leave you when you're hurting like this," she replied softly, her voice filled with compassion. "I've seen glimpses of your pain, and I want to help you heal, not because I think you'll hurt me, but because I care about you."
Her eyes met his, filled with empathy and understanding. She gently said, "You deserve peace and happiness, just like any other human being."

He turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and frustration. "You don't understand," he muttered, his voice trembling. "I'm broken, and I can't stop myself from hurting the people around me."

But he shook his head, a shadow of guilt spread across his face. "You don't even know what I did to her, how I treated her," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You would hate me if you knew that."

With sincerity in her eyes, she replied, "I can never hate you." Her words seemed to catch him off guard, and he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and a glimmer of hope, as if her compassion was something he had never expected to receive.

He hesitated, the weight of his guilt still heavy on his shoulders. "I don't know if I deserve your kindness," he admitted, his voice breaking slightly.

"You do," she affirmed firmly, her eyes searching his for any sign of acceptance. "We all make mistakes. What matters is how we move forward from them."

In that moment, Their emotions rested on the edge of uncertainty. Her declaration that she couldn't hate him seemed to catch him off guard, a ray of surprise in his eyes. His inner feelings fought with the emotions that had developed between them, a  struggle between the desire for happiness and the weight of his past actions.

And than he spoke loudly "I hate myself for this," the confession remained heavily in the air, a proof to his internal conflict. The charged atmosphere in the room ignites something deep within him, and he acts on impulse Without warning, he pulled her closer and  leans in to capture her lips in a kiss that is as unexpected as it is intense. The kiss leaving her utterly suprised by the suddenness of his actions. But is slow and peaceful. The intensity of his feelings, the guilt that had developed, and the undeniable attraction they shared had driven him to this impulsive moment of vulnerability. It's a kiss that speaks of longing and vulnerability, of desire and the undeniable chemistry.

It was not hot and messy and about lust. It was just peaceful and a way for them tell each other their thoughts and feelings without uttering their feelings for each other. About how they felt for each other.

Their kiss was a silent plea for understanding, a desire to bridge the gap between them. But as they eventually pulled away, both are left breathless, their eyes locked in a gaze that speaks volumes.

As they rested they foreheads against each other. And a sight of relief settled in. He spoke.

With an air of hesitance, he broke the silence, sharing his soul with her once more. "I said earlier that this incident between us was an accident, but I was lying," he confessed with  sincerity. "I lied because, in that moment, I allowed myself to feel happiness, a happiness I believed I didn't deserve." His voice shakingwith the weight of his guilt. "The truth is, I should be the one to bear the burden of your hatred. I hate myself for what happened, and if you were to hate me too, perhaps it might ease the pain I carry."

His eyes pleaded with her to comprehend the depth of his remorse. "I cannot bear to witness your sadness again," he admitted, vulnerability laid bare. "So please, try to understand that it was never your fault, but solely mine."

The room seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself had paused to witness this moment of heartfelt revelation, where two souls  the complexity of their emotions, unsure of what lay ahead.

Then, she repeated her heartfelt words, with sincerity saying, "I've said and  I meant that, and no matter what you do or what has happened in the past, I'll never be able to hate you.". Their eyes met once more, his filled with surprise and a glimmer of delight, while hers revealed the depth of her longing and affection.

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