All Chapters of THE REJECTION: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Stephen Mark's POV (Ella's Dad) “How dare he! Why did Felix do this to my lovely daughter?” I yell, unable to contain the rage boiling inside me. I’m pacing back and forth in the living room, my fists clenched, my heart pounding with fury. My daughter—my only child—is suffering the worst kind of heartbreak, all because of that spineless excuse of a man. That coward. All this time, I had a bad feeling about him. My instincts had been warning me, whispering that Felix wasn’t the right one for her. That something about him was off. That his intentions were not pure. And now, it turns out I was right. I wish I had trusted those gut feelings. I wish I had stood my ground and protected my daughter from him. But I didn’t. I let him in. I gave him a chance, even when everything in me screamed that he wasn’t good enough for her. And now look where we are. My baby girl is shattered. Her heart—her future—broken right before our eyes. I feel like the worst father in the world. How could I have

Ella’s POV “What happened to me? My head… it’s aching so terribly,” I mutter, groaning softly as I begin to stir. My eyes flutter open, and I instantly feel the heaviness in my skull, as though I had been carrying a mountain of stones. Every part of my body feels drained. My limbs ache, and even lifting my head feels like a struggle. I look around, disoriented. The place is unfamiliar,a strange, sterile room bathed in soft blue tones. The walls are painted light blue, the bedsheets and blankets that cover me are the same color, and even the gown I’m wearing is blue. Everything feels too coordinated, too clean… too cold. My breathing quickens. I am lying on a hospital bed. A single white sofa sits in the corner, and a television is mounted on the wall with a remote resting beside it. The room is quiet. Unnervingly quiet. “Where am I? Hello, someone? Please!” I cry out, my voice panicked and weak. I try to sit up, but the pain in my head pulses harder, and I wince. My gown rustle

Luca’s POV I can’t believe what a terrible day this has turned out to be. Honestly, it feels like the worst day of my life. Everything just seemed to fall apart from the moment I stepped into work. It’s as though my entire life, especially my professional one, has suddenly turned into a mess. I’m Luca Bright. Thirty years old. Still unmarried. No girlfriend, no children, just me and this unpredictable life. A few months ago, I broke up with the woman I thought I’d spend forever with. Turns out, she was cheating on me, with my best friend, of all people. The betrayal hit hard, but instead of letting it break me completely, I chose to let go and focus on rebuilding my life. Time isn’t exactly on my side anymore, so I’ve been doing everything I can to make each day count. I work as a waiter in a busy restaurant. We get paid quite well, and I’ve climbed my way up to become one of the senior staff. I’ve been doing this for ten years now, and if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to do

Ella's POV Finally, my eyes flutter open, and the first thing I see is my parents standing right there in front of me. Relief washes over me like a wave. I can’t describe how grateful I am that they found me. Deep down, I had been so scared, scared of what would happen once I left the hospital, and even more scared that I might have to face it all alone. I couldn't depend on Luca forever. He had already done so much for me, more than anyone ever had in my darkest hour. Once we had embraced and shed tears of reunion, I knew I couldn’t keep the truth hidden any longer. I needed to tell them everything. I needed them to know I was pregnant. I wasn’t expecting the reaction I got. My parents didn’t judge me. Instead, they listened, really listened. And then, my father spoke the words that wrapped around my heart like a warm blanket. “What do you mean you cannot take care of him?” he asked gently but firmly. “You have us, and you don’t need Felix in your life. You don’t even have to

Luca's POV I had so much work today that I didn’t even get the chance to visit her. The hotel was packed to the brim, and there wasn’t a single moment I could sit down to rest, not even for a minute. I didn’t want her to be discharged without me being there. I remember asking the doctor, and he told me she was doing fine and could be discharged at any time. I can’t explain it, but I feel this strong urge to see her again. Even though she’s now pregnant, I still want to know more about her. There’s something drawing me to her, something I can’t resist. It’s been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, and honestly, it all feels strange to me. Maybe what I’m feeling is just pity, nothing more. From what I’ve seen, it’s clear she’s been heartbroken, probably by the man she was going to have the baby with. Perhaps that’s why she seems like someone who’ll never give love a second chance. So maybe it’s better not to catch feelings. It would only end up being a waste of time, and