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"you and Simon have been fiancées together before he left for his “mission”."

"he never called you at night, so you had to be the first one to call and keep in touch with him.."

"though, at some point he began declining your calls more frequently. which lead you to doubt his loyalty to you."

"you received a message from your close friend that she seen Simon with another female around town.."

"you take the initiative to go find him. it didn’t take long to find his hotel room, so you knock on the door.."

"only to be met with Simon opening the door with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants messed with, a girl behind the door wearing lace."

“Fuckin hell.. stop looking at me with those eyes.. I’m only human, I have needs as well.” "he muttered, looking down at the floor to avoid your sad gaze."

"Simon watches you leave silently, his jaw clenching tightly in anger. Once you're out of sight, he slams the door shut furiously."

"Simon returns home, noticing the packed belongings by the door. He walks towards you with a curious expression on his face."

"What's all this?" "He asks in a nonchalant tone while casually scanning the bags."

"Simon's eyes narrow as he approaches you, his voice laced with frustration."

"Are you really going to throw everything away just like that?" "He asks while crossing his arms over his chest." "I'm sorry for what happened, but can't we talk about it and work things out? Our relationship shouldn't end because of a mistake."

"Simon's gaze hardens as he takes a step closer to you, his tone becoming more serious."

"You make a good point," "he begins, his voice laced with anger." "I probably wouldn't have forgiven you. But that doesn't change the fact that I still love you, and I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you."

"He pauses for a moment to collect himself before continuing," "Please, don't end things like this. Let's work this out together."

"Simon looks at you with a pained expression, realizing the gravity of the situation."

"You're right," "he admits with a sigh," "I messed up big time. And I can't change what happened."

"He walks towards you and takes a seat next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder."

"But what I can do is promise you that it'll never happen again. I'll do everything in my power to gain your trust back and make our relationship stronger than ever before."

"He pauses for a moment before adding," "I love you, Jeyline. And I'm truly sorry for what I've done."

"Simon follows you into the bedroom, watching as you sit down and start crying. He approaches you slowly before kneeling down in front of you."

"I'm here for you, Jeyline," "he says softly, his voice filled with remorse." "Please don't cry, I hate seeing you like this."

"He places a hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze."

"I know I messed up, but please give me a chance to show you that I can be the partner that you deserve. I'll do everything I can to make things right between us."

"Simon's expression softens as he watches you cry, he takes a deep breath before speaking."

"I know it doesn't mean much, but it wasn't anything serious... until last night," "he admits, looking down at the ground momentarily before continuing," "It started happening a couple of months ago when I was away on one of my missions."

"He takes a deep breath and looks back up at you." "I'm not trying to make excuses, I'm just telling you what happened. I was feeling lonely and I made a mistake."

"Simon takes a step back as you push him away, visibly startled by your outburst. He hangs his head, clearly feeling guilty."

"I know, I know," "he says solemnly," "There's no excuse for what happened last night. It was an impulse, and I gave in to temptation."

"He takes another step back, his voice trembling slightly." "But I promise you Jeyline, it'll never happen again. I love you and only you."

"Simon flinches as the vase smashes behind him, shattered shards of glass flying everywhere. He looks at you with a mixture of shock and pain."

"I'm sorry," "he says, his voice shaking slightly." "I never meant to hurt you like this."

"He takes a few steps towards the door before turning back to face you." "Please don't give up on us just yet. We can work through this together, I promise."

"With one last regretful look, he opens the door and steps out of the room, closing the door softly behind him."

"As you enter the room, you see your wedding dress hanging in the closet, the pristine white fabric stark against the dark interior of the closet. You reach out and run your hands over the delicate lace and beads."

"As tears continue streaming down your face, you take in a deep breath and rip the dress off the hanger, throwing it onto the ground where it pools at your feet."

"How could he do this to me?" "you say aloud, more to yourself than anyone else." "I loved him, I trusted him, and he threw it all away for what? A quick fling?"

"You sink down to the ground and wrap your arms around your knees, burying your face in them as you continue to sob, the weight of what's happened crushing down on you."

"Simon is lost in thought as he stares at the old photo, reliving the memories of the day he proposed to you. Soap's sigh brings him back to the present, and he looks up to see his best friend watching him with a mixture of sympathy and concern."

"I messed up big time, didn't I?" "Simon says, his voice quiet."

Soap nods slowly, "Yes, you did man. But the question here is, what are you going to do about it?"

"Simon shakes his head, not sure of what to say. Soap continues," "Look, Jeyline loved you, man. She wouldn't have agreed to marry if she didn't. But the thing you have to understand here is the trust, the foundation of your relationship has been shattered."

"Simon's eyes go wide as Soap reveals the news, and he sits up straighter, his heart racing."

"Pregnant?" "he repeats, almost in disbelief." "Is she okay? How far along is she? Does she have anyone to take care of her?"

"He runs a hand through his hair, his thoughts racing." "God, I really messed up. I need to talk to her. Thank you for telling me, Soap."

"Simon nods, realizing the gravity of the situation and how he could've very easily lost both Jeyline and their child forever. He knows he needs to make amends, not just for his own sake, but for theirs as well."

"I won't screw up again," "Simon says earnestly, looking Soap in the eye." "I messed up big time, but I'm going to make it right. I need to talk to her, to try and make things better between us."

"He takes a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of determination. He knows it won't be easy, but he's willing to do whatever it takes to fix this." "Do you think you could help me get in touch with her, Soap?"

"Soap looks at Simon for a moment, considering his request."

"I don't know, man," "he finally says, still hesitant." "You hurt her pretty badly. I don't know if she's ready to talk to you yet."

"He takes a sip of his beer, deep in thought." "But...I think she's staying with her sister in the city. I can give you her address, but promise me one thing, Simon. You won't hurt Jeyline again. Not like this."

"Simon nods, understanding Soap's hesitation and the gravity of his mistake. He's grateful that Soap is willing to help him, and he'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

"I won't hurt her again, Soap. I swear," "he says, his voice firm." "I messed up big time, but I love her and I want to make it right."

"He takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and determination." "Can you give me the address? I'm going to go see her."

"Soap nods after a moment, his expression becoming more serious."

"Alright. Here's the address," "he says, handing Simon a piece of paper with the address scribbled down on it." "But listen, man. Be careful, alright? Approach this delicately. Jeyline's been through a lot, and you need to give her space and time to heal."

"He pauses for a moment, then adds," "And if you hurt her again, I won't hesitate to kick your ass. Got it?"

"Simon takes the piece of paper, nodding solemnly." "I understand, Soap. Thank you."

"He stands up and slings his bag over his shoulder, feeling a mix of nerves and hope as he heads towards Jeyline's sister's place."

"As Simon approaches Jeyline's sister's place, he feels his nerves kick into overdrive. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before ringing the doorbell."

"After a moment, Jeyline's sister answers the door, giving Simon a curious look."

"Can I help you?" "she asks, her tone guarded."

"I'm...looking for Jeyline," "Simon says, his voice a little unsteady." "Is she here? I need to talk to her."

"Simon swallows hard, feeling the weight of Jeyline's sister's anger and disapproval. He knows he deserves it, but that doesn't make it any less difficult to face."

"I know...I messed up," "he admits, his voice low." "And I understand if Jeyline doesn't want to see me. But please...can you just tell her that I'm here, and that I want to talk to her? I need to make things right."

"He looks at Jeyline's sister, hoping she'll understand that he's truly sorry and willing to do whatever it takes to fix things."

"Simon follows Jeyline's sister into the living room, feeling grateful but nervous as he sees her and her husband. His eyes focus on Jeyline, taking in the sight of her. He can't help but notice how beautiful she looks, even amidst her pain."

""It's now or never," Simon thinks to himself before taking another deep breath, ignoring the contempt from Jeyline's sister as he speaks to Jeyline"

"Jeyline...I-I'm sorry," "he stammers, his voice shaky." "I know that's not enough. It could never be enough for what I did to you. But I want to make things right. Please...can we talk?" "he pleads with a sincere look on his face while waiting for Jeyline's answer."

"Simon's gaze drops slightly at Jeyline's reaction, feeling the full weight of his mistake and the pain he caused her."

"I know I have no right to be here after what I did," "he says softly, his voice heavy with remorse." "But...I couldn't just walk away. "I exhale defeatedly" Jeyline, please hear me out. I know I don't deserve it, but...I need to try."

""Come on, please," Simon thinks to himself, hoping that Jeyline will give him another chance."

"Simon nods silently, grateful for the opportunity to speak with Jeyline alone. He follows her to the balcony, his expression reflecting a mixture of apprehension and hope. As they step outside to the balcony, he takes in the beautiful evening sky while waiting for Jeyline to speak first."

"How are you?" "he asks finally, his voice gentle." "Is everything okay with the baby?"

"Simon winces slightly at the mention of Soap, realizing just how much he has hurt Jeyline."

"Yes, he did," "he admits quietly, his voice filled with regret." "And I know I shouldn't have come here. I know I have no right after what I did. Jeyline, I'm sorry. I know that doesn't change anything, but...I want you to know that I'm truly sorry."

"Simon nods silently, sensing Jeyline's frustration."

"Yeah, I know he can be a bit...loose-lipped," "he says, trying to keep the mood light despite the seriousness of the situation." "But he means well. And...I mean, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now. So...I don't know. Maybe he deserves some credit?"

"He looks at Jeyline, waiting to see if she'll respond or if their conversation has come to an end."

"Simon nods understandingly, his expression solemn."

"Yeah, he did mention that you were pregnant," "he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone." "As for what else he told me...just that you seemed really upset and that I needed to make things right with you. And...that's it, I swear."

"He waits for Jeyline to respond, hoping that she believes him and that their conversation can continue."

"Simon can't help but feel a pang of guilt as he watches Jeyline rub her belly in discomfort, knowing that he has caused her so much pain and stress. He takes a seat across from her, leaning forward slightly."

"Is everything okay?" "he asks, concern etched on his face." "Do you need anything? Water, or...?"

"Although he doesn't expect Jeyline to accept any kind of assistance from him, he can't help himself but trying to ease her discomfort in any way he can. He waits patiently for her response, hoping that she will at least say something."

"Simon nods in understanding, relieved to hear that Jeyline is okay. He watches her carefully, silently taking in the sight of her sitting on the balcony with the evening breeze blowing through her hair."

"I'm glad to hear that," "he says softly." "Jeyline...I don't know how to make this right. I know I've hurt you, and...I don't expect you to forgive me right away. All I can do is promise you that it won't happen again. I know that might not mean much at this point, but...it's all I have."

"He takes a deep breath, his expression earnest."

"Please, Jeyline. Just tell me what I can do to make things right. I'll do anything. Just...give me a chance. Please."

"Simon winces as Jeyline asks about the other woman, knowing that this is a topic he would rather avoid. He takes a deep breath and looks up at her, his expression pained."

"Her name is Emily," "he says, his tone low and regretful." "She...she's been a friend of mine for a long time. We served together in the military, and...I don't know. I guess we just got caught up in the moment. It was stupid, and...I'm sorry."

"He waits for Jeyline to respond, bracing himself for whatever she might say."

"Simon shakes his head vehemently, reaching across the table to take Jeyline's hand in his."

"No, no, no," "he murmurs softly." "Jeyline, you know that's not true. You're amazing. You're everything I want...everything I need. I was just...lost, for a little while. And...I'll admit, she made me feel young again, like I was back in the game. But it wasn't real. It wasn't anything compared to what we have. You're the one I love, Jeyline. The only one."

"He looks into Jeyline's eyes, hoping that she can see the sincerity in his gaze. He squeezes her hand gently, waiting for her to respond."

"Simon's heart aches as he watches Jeyline cry, his guilt and shame weighing heavily on him. He reaches across the table to wipe away her tears, holding her gaze with his own."

"Jeyline," "he says softly." "It wasn't about you. It was me. I was...I was struggling, more than I realized. And...I made a mistake, a terrible mistake. But it wasn't because of anything you did or didn't do. You're not boring. You're not common. You're...you're amazing. I don't deserve you, I know that. But please, please believe me. It wasn't about you."

"He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Jeyline's forehead."

"I love you," "he whispers." "And I'm so sorry for hurting you."

"Simon shakes his head denying all of Jeyline's assumptions with a heavy sigh." "No, Jeyline. Don't think like that. Honestly, it wasn't about any of those things either." "Simon runs his hand through his hair, his eyes locked on Jeyline's."

"She was just an old friend, someone familiar. And we got caught up in the moment. But, when I'm with you, I feel alive, needed...wanted. That's why I'll not make excuses for what happened, I already apologized and it won't happen again. Trust me. Please forgive me, because without you, I'm as good as dead. You keep me balanced baby."

"Simon feels a pang of sadness in his heart as Jeyline sobs uncontrollably. He reaches for her hand, gently rubbing it with his thumb."

"Jeyline, I'm sorry. That wasn't my intention," "he says softly." "I was just...lost. But it's not an excuse. Nothing can excuse what I did. All I can do is apologize and hope that you can forgive me."

"He sighs deeply, pausing for a moment as he tries to compose himself."

"Emily and I are over. It's been over for a while now," "he finally admits, meeting Jeyline's eyes again." "I love you, Jeyline. You're everything to me. Please, please believe me when I say that."

"Simon's eyes lower, and he seems almost ashamed as Jeyline asks her question."

"I...I didn't wear my ring when I was with her," "he admits quietly." "I know that doesn't excuse anything, but...I wanted...I wanted to pretend, for just a little while, that I wasn't...that I wasn't engaged. That I didn't have any of those responsibilities. It was a stupid, cowardly thing to do, and I'm sorry."

"He reaches for Jeyline's hand again, squeezing it gently." "But Jeyline, I swear to you that it doesn't mean anything. I love you, and only you. Please believe that."

"Simon listens to Jeyline's words, looking at her with almost a pleading expression in his eyes."

"I know. I know that I don't have any excuse for what I did, Jeyline. And I know that nothing I say will make it better," "he says softly." "But please, believe me when I say that...that I didn't think about anything. I was just trying...trying to forget everything, for just a few hours. But you...you were always in my mind. Even when I was with her, all I could think of was you. How much I loved you, how much I needed you."

"He reaches out and gently lifts Jeyline's face, searching her eyes with his own." "Please, Jeyline. Please believe me."

"Simon's eyes widen in surprise and he looks at Jeyline with a mixture of shock, confusion, and hurt."

"Jeyline...what are you saying?" "he asks, his voice low and somewhat threatening." "Are you...are you trying to hurt me? Because if you are, I swear to god—"

"He cuts himself off abruptly, watching her carefully."

"Simon's eyes narrow at Jeyline's words, and he takes a step back as if recoiling from her words. His body language is tense, his jaw clenched, but he doesn't say anything for several long seconds."

"Jeyline, please," "he says eventually, his voice low and dangerous." "Don't play games with me. Not right now."

"His tone suggests that he's struggling to hold back his anger, and there's a heaviness to his gaze that makes it clear just how much she's hurt him."

"Simon watches Jeyline rise to her feet, his expression stoic and unreadable. But when she speaks, his eyes flicker slightly, a hint of something like pain or regret flashing across them."

"I understand," he says softly, almost as if he's speaking to himself. "I understand how you feel. And I wish...I wish that I could take it all back. Make things right again. But I can't."

"He takes a step towards Jeyline, his eyes searching hers as if he's trying to memorize every detail of her face." "Jeyline, please...please don't leave. Not like this. We...we can work through this. Together. I'll do anything to make it right, to make you happy again."

"SImon takes a step back, his expression hardening, his body taut with tension. His eyes meet Jeyline's gaze, and for a moment, it's clear that he is struggling to hold back his anger."

"What?" he says finally, his voice low and dangerous. "You...you want me to leave everything? My job, my...my life? For what, exactly? Because I made a mistake? A stupid, terrible mistake, yes, but...but that doesn't mean that I should give up everything."

"He takes another step back, his eyes scanning Jeyline's face." "And Emily...Emily has nothing to do with this. She's just...just someone I work with. That's all. But you...you, Jeyline, you're the one I love. You're the one I need.

"Simon looks down at Jeyline, his heart heavy with sadness and regret. For a moment, he is tempted to say something else, to try and make things right between them. But then he sees the hurt and anger in her eyes, and he knows that there's nothing he can say that will fix what he's done."

"Jeyline, I'm so sorry," he says quietly, his voice filled with sorrow. "I...I never wanted to hurt you. But...but if this is what you want, then...then I won't stop you."

"He turns towards the door, his footsteps heavy as he makes his way towards it. And then, just before he steps out, he pauses, his hand on the doorknob."

"I'll always love you, Jeyline," he says softly, without turning around.

"Simon's hand tightens on the doorknob, and he lets out a harsh, bitter chuckle. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, but then he turns back towards Jeyline, his eyes cold."

"You know what?" he says curtly. "You're right. Those words aren't meant for you anymore. Because...because I can't love someone who doesn't trust me. Who doesn't believe in me. Someone who would rather throw everything away than try to work through a problem."

"He takes a step towards Jeyline, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt." "And Emily...Emily has nothing to do with this, Jeyline. Nothing. She's just...just someone I work with. That's it. There's nothing between us, and there never will be. But you...you, Jey

line, you can't see past your own anger and hurt. You're willing to throw away everything we had because of your own insecurities and doubts."

"He shakes his head in frustration, his voice rising slightly." "I don't know what else to say, Jeyline. I don't know how else to make you understand. But...but if this is what you want, if you're willing to throw everything away...then fine. You win. I'm done."

"Without another word, Simon turns back towards the door and steps out, slamming it shut behind him with a resounding bang."

"As Simon wakes up, he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He looks around the room frantically, trying to get his bearings."

"It was just a dream," he whispers to himself, his voice rough with emotion. "Just a dream."

Slowly but surely, he begins to calm down, his breathing returning to normal. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of sadness and regret.

"Well, that was...that was something," he mutters to himself, his voice tinged with amusement. "I guess my subconscious has a few things to work out."

"Simon turns to look at you, his expression softening as he takes in your form."

"Yeah, I'm okay," he says quietly, forcing a smile. "Just...just had a bad dream. That's all."

He reaches out to gently brush his fingers over your cheek, his touch tender and loving.

"But don't worry about it," he adds, his voice low and soothing. "I'm here now, right where I should be. Jeyline, what day it is? please I need to know"

"Simon walks towards Jeyline, putting his arms around her."

"Hey, what are you looking at your phone for? Is everything okay?" he asks, concerned.

He notices her sad expression and how she seems upset.

"What is it, love? Why are you upset?" he asks, looking at her with a worried expression.

"Of course, darling. I just remembered I had an early morning briefing tomorrow for my mission" Simon says, looking at her with a hint of guilt in his voice.

He gives her a kiss on the forehead and helps her lie down in bed. He turns off the lights and cuddles up beside her, hoping to ease her worries and clear his own mind too.

"I love you," he whispers softly into her ear before drifting off to sleep.

Simon smiles at her endearing words and wraps his arms tightly around her, pulling her close to him.

He closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body against his own, and falls asleep with a sense of contentment knowing that Jeyline loves him and he has her by his side.