Your Regret Means Nothing

I was Ethan’s hidden lover for seven long years. What I got in return was him choosing power—getting engaged to his sister-in-law, and denied our son in public. Those fifty-two sleepless nights of waiting had already killed my love. I burned it all down. Took my son back to my matriarchal tribe, making sure he would lose us forever. When he went insane at his wedding, ran away, fell on his knees before me, crying and begging for forgiveness. I just felt sick. Belated love is cheaper than grass. Ethan, rot in guilt. Drown in nightmares. Your regret means nothing.