All Chapters of Colors of Heartbreak : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Feelings. The feelings of kindness and compassion were outrageous especially when I want to strangle someone with the name of Arya Petrov. I’m not a violent person. I swear. I survived eighteen years in a house with two adults trying to shape me into someone I am not. I didn’t throw things. I didn’t stomp my feet. I didn’t let their lecture and disappointment stopped me from being me. I thought I grew numb when it comes to them.And then Brad happened.Hitting rock bottom is never easy even if I have my friends with me. But for my family, expecting me to just bounce back unscratched is ludicrous and downright impossible.Now, who’s the disappointment?Am I? Or them calling me at three in the morning to say sorry for not making it to ‘my wedding’? Lovely, huh?I told them everything. Well, not everything, I purposely omitted the part where I married a different man a week before ‘Brad and I's wedding’. And

“Do I have to choose?”“What about this. I just bought a property on the Cliffside. Why don't we head over there? The weather is good and at the same time I could ask you what you think about the cabin.”“A cabin?”“A rundown cabin. It goes with the property when I bought it. I thought of doing the repair myself.”“Cliffside? That's near the woods, right?”“It's within the woods just like the one where I brought you last night.”“Why? Can we just eat right here? Or the park?” at least I won't be alone with Killiad again. Being with him makes me lower my guard down, and being vulnerable is the last thing in my mind a couple of weeks after I caught my ex-fiance doing another woman.“I have something to tell you in private and in case you decided to throw things or shout at my face then you can do so without the neighbors' knowledge.” He said, winking at me.It's probably about our marriage and his choice to stay with it for whatever reas

His hard gaze promptly softens when he saw the terrified expression on my face.Killiad cleared his throat, gazing at me mournfully. “I'm sorry, my University days were not as fun as everyone else.”I gulped nodding my head not saying anything.“Wife,” I stole a glance at him before looking away again. I don't want to say anything that could trigger a fight that I couldn't win.‘But Killiad is not Brad, Elle. Stop comparing two different people.’ a voice in my head chided.Triggers. Words or actions that sometimes could change our mood drastically. It's part of the trauma caused by accidents or situations we don't what to go back to.Maybe Killiad was no different than me. Perhaps he's battling his own demons in silence.My terror was triggered by Killiad’s abrupt change in demeanor. While Killiad’s changed in demeanor change when I asked about his University.“Yes,” I

In a world dominated by men, women get easily trampled and overlooked. Most women didn’t even realize that they were already dominated by the opposite sex.I hate it.I hate the fact that most women were easily blinded by the words so sweet they didn’t even realize it’s a leash put on their neck.That was what my parents did to me back then.So I distanced myself from them. Yes, I love them but it will never be enough to stop me from reaching my dreams and making my goals a reality. That’s why despite the love I felt for Brad I didn’t let him dictate me like my parents did to me back then. I won’t let them make me someone I’m not.And now Killiad.I don’t know what to make of him. Sometimes he’s everything I am searching for but other times he’s someone I've been running from.I angrily touched the call button below his name, my foot impatiently tapping the floor.He p

I didn’t stay over at Killiad’s place since we’re going to spend the following day together. So instead of going to work the next day I just called Emily to come over to my place to finalize some things.Emily didn’t bother to ask me why I was at home working the moment her eyes fell on the boxes cluttered on the floor. I was itching to tell her that I’m moving out but that was just plain obvious since I didn’t bother to unpack everything that was already in the box a week ago. I wanted to tell her that I’m moving in with Killiad but I’m too afraid to see judgment in her eyes. But then it’s better if she heard it from me rather from the other human being that would 'surely’ exaggerate the whole thing into something as huge as winning the lotto or something. And yes, I’m talking about Arya.She was gathering the documents on the coffee table when I hesitantly told her about my plan on moving in with Killi