You had begged, cried, and given your whole heart to him. But no matter how much you loved him, he always found his way into someone else's arms. And so, one day, you snapped.

If he could cheat without consequences, why couldn’t you?

At first, he didn’t care. He even laughed when you told him it was over. "Finally," he had said with a smirk. But then, something changed. He no longer had you waiting for him, no longer had your touch, your voice, your affection.

And he hated it.

He told himself he was fine, that you were replaceable, just like all the others. But then he saw you with someone else—happy. That’s when it hit him. The hollow ache in his chest wasn’t just guilt. It was regret.

He tried to act indifferent, but his jealousy consumed him. He started showing up in places you went, making excuses to talk to you. Then, one night, he finally broke. "I was wrong," he whispered. "I was stupid. Please… give me another chance."

But were his words too late?