The sound of the doorbell echoed through the empty house. You weren’t expecting anyone, but there he was—standing at the threshold. His eyes were tired, regret clouding his features.

You felt your heart tighten, memories of laughter and trust now tainted by the betrayal he couldn’t take back.

“I messed up,” he started, his voice rough with emotion, though it couldn’t hide the guilt beneath it.

You stayed silent, arms crossed, eyes cold. The apology felt empty, his words just another attempt to undo what was done.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me.” He sighed, turning to leave, but his footsteps faltered.

“I just wanted you to know... I never stopped loving you.”