Have You Ever

  They met in a crowded lecture hall at university—two ambitious minds drawn to the same business course, always sitting one row apart but catching each other's gaze with quiet curiosity. At first, it was friendship built on caffeine-fuelled study sessions and debates over marketing strategies. When they graduated, they did what dreamers do—they started a business together, pouring long nights and bold ideas into a startup that felt like their baby. The office became a second home, and somewhere between shared victories and learning from their missteps, the lines between work and heart blurred. One late evening, while reviewing budgets and brainstorming campaigns, she looked up and found him watching her with something different in his eyes—not focus, not fatigue, but awe. He softly said, “You’re my home in all this chaos.” From that moment, their bond deepened—not just as partners in profit, but partners in life. They went from business meetings to beach walks, from strategy p...

  It started as a quiet ache, an unease lurking just beneath the surface, easily ignored in the moments when life felt familiar and stable. But guilt has a way of creeping in—slowly at first, then all at once, until it colours every thought, every memory, every decision that led to this point. The weight of his choices sat heavy on his chest. What had once been impulsive, fuelled by fleeting emotions and fractured logic, had now become an undeniable reckoning. It was never meant to spiral into something this profound, this consuming—but the past has a way of lingering far beyond its expiration date. Facing his wife was the hardest part. The betrayal was done, the truth laid bare, but consequences move differently than regrets. They don’t dissolve with apologies or grand gestures. They sit in the quiet spaces between conversations, in the looks exchanged but never spoken aloud. He had hurt her. That much was undeniable. No matter how he framed it—whether it was loneliness, confus...