Captain, I Regret Falling in Love with You Novel – When Megan Westbrook opened her eyes again, the tingling sensation throughout her body made her shiver uncontrollably. She had been reborn on the day she and Liam Mitchell had crossed the line in their moment of lost consciousness. His upper body was covered in scratch marks. She desperately tried to break free, but couldn’t move him even an inch.
Looking at the man who was usually cold, stern, and untouchable, now lost in desire, her heart filled with sorrow. In her past life, she had pursued Liam relentlessly, becoming obsessed to the point of madness. Disregarding that he was her training instructor, she had drugged him and climbed into his bed, then spread rumors everywhere to force him to marry her. But later she learned that Liam and military doctor Dr. Tessa Thompson had long been in love—they just hadn’t had the chance to tell her before she took advantage of him.
After their marriage, Liam wouldn’t even look at her. She lived like a widow for thirty years. But when the earthquake came, he used his body to create the last space for her survival. In that final moment, his blood dripped onto Megan’s eyes as he said with relief, “Megan Westbrook, you are my sin and my punishment. I’ve finally paid my debt… If only… I had never met you… how much better that would have been.” In that moment, regret consumed her entire being. Given a second chance, she only wanted to do one thing: help Liam and Tessa find happiness together.
Broken words spilled from her lips. “Liam, please calm down…” Liam just looked at her coldly, then casually tore off his dog tags that never left his body and shoved them into her mouth. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” The disgust in his eyes was like a sharp knife, making Megan’s heart ache unbearably. Tears slid down her cheeks as she shook her head. “Liam, I know I was wrong.” But Liam didn’t stop. He gripped her slender waist and took her again and again until dawn broke, only then stopping his movements. Megan was covered in bruises, like a broken doll.
She tremblingly pulled the sheet over her body. Seeing this, Liam sneered and grabbed her chin. “You disgust me.” He bent down to pick up his combat uniform, then grabbed her arm and dragged her from the bed into the training room. In the training room, under the military insignia. “Kneel.” Liam’s long fingers gripped a training baton, his voice cold as frost. Megan bit her lower lip and knelt down. The next second, his training baton struck her spine. She groaned in pain, her fingertips digging into her palms.
Liam looked down at her from above: His voice was layered with thin frost: “Disrespecting your training instructor violates military discipline.” “You must be punished.” The training baton struck her spine repeatedly, as if trying to beat out all the unwillingness in her soul. Megan was numb with pain and could no longer hold herself up, collapsing to the ground. “Liam…” her voice trembled uncontrollably, “…I defiled your honor and violated military code. I regret it, I truly know I was wrong… Mr. Mitchell.” Upon hearing “Mr. Mitchell,” the training baton suddenly stopped mid-air.
When he first started training Megan, she always called him “Mr. Mitchell” carefully, afraid of being abandoned. But later, when she developed inappropriate feelings, she began calling him by his name directly, no longer willing to call him “Mr. Mitchell.” The cold light flickered in his eyes, but there was no warmth. “I’ll give you one last chance.” He dragged Megan in front of the military insignia, his voice stern. “I want you to swear to the flag that you will never cross the line again.” Megan said firmly, “I, Megan Westbrook, swear to the flag… that I will never again have any improper thoughts about Instructor Mitchell… If I break this oath, may I die a terrible death.” Liam suddenly released his grip, and Megan fell heavily to the ground, blood from her back dripping onto the floor.