He Cheated With His Mistress Then Begged Me Back

Arms crossed, I leaned against the doorframe and watched Misael pull himself together in an instant.

“When did you get back?” he asked, ending the call. His tone was as steady as ever.

I paused, then answered in Alana’s sickly-sweet voice. “Elliana, it’s all her fault. What should we do now?”

The sugary tone alone sent a chill down my spine.

“I’ve been here since you started that sentence,” Misael said, his expression not so much as flickering.

He walked over, grabbed a pair of slippers from the rack, and crouched in front of me. “Put these on. The floor’s cold.”

I braced a hand on his shoulder and slipped my feet into the shoes. Once I was settled, I made my way to the couch and sipped the coffee he’d made me, still warm.

Misael busied himself in the kitchen, moving with practiced efficiency as he made dinner. The scene that once comforted me now only drained me.

I set my cup down and stood in the kitchen doorway. “Is this your idea of no contact?” I asked.

He froze, the knife pausing mid-chop.

“You keep using your connections to help her, and she can still reach you whenever she wants,” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “‘Backing her up’—how touching.”

I stared at Misael’s back, my emotions churning, ready to boil over. For a long moment, he didn’t move. Then he turned, his face earnest. “She was a part of my life. I can’t just leave her with nothing.”

“But I promise I will never betray you again.”

I looked at him and found his promises utterly hollow. It was like a cold splash of water to the face, snapping me awake. I remembered the day he showed up with his bags packed, begging for another chance.

Three years ago, we were just another ordinary couple worn down by long distance—not because we’d stopped loving each other, but because the little, everyday things slowly ate away at us. Then, out of nowhere, after we broke up, my parents died in a car accident on a work trip.

The loss shattered me. On an ordinary day, I’d made up my mind to end it all—but Misael showed up.

After Alana confessed her feelings to him, he realized how much he needed me. He left behind his stable, promising future and moved to where I was to start over. His actions told me that someone in this world would always choose me, without wavering.

He went with me to therapy, promising over and over that we’d always be together. But six months ago, right when we were about to get married, I caught him with Alana.

Now he’s saying he’ll always be there for Alana. How long does his ‘forever’ really last?

Maybe my broken expression made Misael stop and come over. His eyes—deep, magnetic—had a way of captivating anyone he looked at.

I lifted my hand and gently covered his eyes. “Last night you said one thing. Tonight, another. Misael, which version am I supposed to believe?”

He let me cover his eyes. His lips moved, but no explanation came. He’d given another woman the confidence to flaunt her presence in front of me, and here I was, still trying to patch the cracks in us—all because he’d once chased after me and ignored everything else.

By then, every moment that had once moved me had been worn away. I lowered my hand, and Misael blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. Seconds later, he reached for me, but I stepped out of his reach.

Misael looked startled that I’d pulled away. His hand hung in the air, awkward and empty.

I turned away. “Finish cooking,” I said softly.

After one last dinner as a couple, I would let him go.