Abraham POV
I can't believe I betrayed her. I cheated on Y/N with my ex. Y/N despises her...absolutely despises her. If Y/N were to find out, she would hate me forever and might even have ill intentions towards Samantha (let's pretend that's her name). I cannot bear to lose Y/N; she means the world to me. She is the mother of our future children.
I love her deeply, and it pains me to think that I allowed my desires to jeopardize the incredible relationship we share. Whenever I am with Samantha, my thoughts are consumed by Y/N. And when I am with Y/N, I am overwhelmed with guilt. However, I know I have to confess. She will hate me, but if I wait, she will find out in a worse way. But now, she has just returned home from work.
Here goes nothing.
"Hi, my love," she greeted me, coming over and giving me a kiss. "Hey, baby," I responded, returning the kiss. "Um, Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. It's possible that you might hate me after hearing it, and I completely understand. But please know that I love you," I confessed, my voice trembling. "Okay, baby, what is it?" she asked, sitting down next to me. "Well, you know how I've been spending time with the guys lately?" I began, growing increasingly nervous. "Yeah," she replied. "Well, I haven't actually been there. I've been with someone else. And I know you dislike her, and..." before I could finish, she interrupted me, her tone laced with anger, "How long?"
"Only a few times," I admitted, feeling the weight of my mistake. "With who?" She asked. My head lowered knowing that she knew the answer. "Samantha?" she spat out, her eyes narrowing. "Yes," I replied, feeling ashamed. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I know I've betrayed your trust, and I don't expect you to forgive me. But I had to tell you the truth." She stood up, her face contorted with anger and hurt. "Get out," she said, her voice cold. "Y/N, please," I begged, reaching out to her. "Get out!" she repeated, her voice rising.
I knew there was nothing more I could say or do. I had lost her. As I walked out of our home, tears streaming down my face, I knew that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I had lost the love of my life, and it was all my fault.
I had been dumb to think that a few moments of pleasure with someone else could compare to the love and trust that Y/N had given me. I had taken her for granted, and now I was paying the price.
As I walked down the street, I couldn't help but think about all the memories we had shared together. The laughter, the tears, the moments of pure joy and happiness. It was all gone now, and I had no one to blame but myself.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I tried to reach out to Y/N, but she refused to speak to me. I sent her flowers, wrote her letters, and even showed up at her workplace, but she remained cold and distant. It was only then that I realized the true extent of my mistake. I had not only lost the love of my life, but I had also lost my best friend.
It took me a long time to come to terms with what I had done. I talked to friends and family, and tried to make amends wherever I could. But deep down, I knew that nothing could ever make up for what I had done. I had broken Y/N's heart, and I would have to live with that for the rest of my life.
Years went by, and I eventually moved on with my life. I got a new job, made new friends, and even started dating again. But no matter how hard I tried, I could never forget about Y/N. She was always in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the mistake I had made.
It wasn't until I seen posts from her wedding that I realized it was time to let go. I knew that I could never be a part of her life again, and that was okay. I had learned my lesson, and I was grateful for the time we had shared together. As I looked at the photos of her walking down the aisle, I knew that she had found someone who would love and cherish her the way she deserved. And that was all that mattered.
