All Chapters of THE REJECTION: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Luca's POV We were already done with the ice cream, and I could see pure joy glowing on Laura’s face. She was smiling from ear to ear, her little cheeks puffed up in excitement. “Thank you, uncle. This is the best day I have ever had,” she said, her eyes shining. Her happiness warmed my heart. That was all I ever wanted, for her to be happy, to feel safe and loved. Her smile was the most precious thing in the world to me, a light that always melted away my sadness. “You’re welcome, my angel,” I replied with a gentle smile. “But it’s time to head home now. It’s getting late, and we’ve got to get you into bed early.” We stepped out of the ice cream shop into the evening air. The sky was turning a soft shade of purple, and the breeze carried a calmness that made the moment feel peaceful. I was grateful. Somehow, I had managed to distract Laura from the heaviness of the day. She hadn’t brought up her father again, and for that, I silently thanked the universe. We got into the c

Ella's POV I slowly open my eyes to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains. Another day has begun, yet I feel like I haven’t rested at all. The night was torturous, twisting and turning under the weight of guilt, sorrow, and confusion. My heart feels heavier than ever. I don’t want to think about Luca right now… but I can’t help it. I know I’ve hurt him deeply. I saw it in his eyes last night, the way his shoulders dropped when I turned him away, the brokenness in his voice as he said goodbye. But even so, I can't pretend that I don't miss him. In fact, I miss him terribly. His presence, his support, his smile that used to make Laura laugh... it’s all haunting me. He’s been my pillar of strength for five years, showing up every single time I was on the verge of falling apart. I grew used to him, maybe even dependent on him. But everything changed when he started developing feelings for me, romantic feelings. That’s when everything got complicated. When someone fi

Sarah’s POV “She is a whore, that’s why she decided to dirty the office with her lover. Shameless woman.” I hear the whispers. Their harsh voices slither across the office like venomous snakes, laced with judgment and spite. They don’t even bother to lower their voices. My name tastes bitter on their tongues. I lower my eyes and clench my fists, pretending not to hear. But I hear everything. I keep my head high and my lips sealed. There’s no point in fighting back. They were right, technically. There was a video. Evidence. Someone had been watching me, recording me, lurking in the shadows, waiting to destroy me. And they succeeded. Someone followed me when Felix messaged that day. The moment I left the office, that person trailed me like a silent predator. They captured the most intimate, shameful moment of my life and made it public. Now here I am, humiliated, broken, and betrayed. But I won’t cry in front of them. Not yet. I walk silently over to my workstation. My eyes are a

Ella’s POV The day felt unusually dull and lifeless for me. There was a heavy weight pressing against my chest, and it felt like I was slowly suffocating from within. I hated this feeling, this mix of emotional exhaustion and longing. I was at work physically, but mentally, I wasn’t there. My heart wasn’t in it. I just wanted to disappear for a while, to curl into a corner and let the world pass by. I glanced at my phone screen, it was nearly time for Laura to get out of school. Without thinking much, I picked up my bag and headed out. I needed her warmth. I needed my daughter’s smile. I decided to pick her up myself instead of letting the school bus bring her home like usual. I drove to the school, parked my car in the usual spot, and waited. A few minutes later, the school bell rang, and children started pouring out into the compound, laughing, running, and waving goodbye to their teachers. I stepped out of the car and stood beside it so Laura would see me easily. “Mommy! You cam

Susan Mark’s POV (Ella’s Mother) Even though my marriage is far from a bed of roses, I have always made sure that it does not affect my daughter, Ella. She has struggled so much already, and there is no way I would burden her with my troubles. Whenever she asked me about the reason behind my sadness, I only shared the shallow parts of the story. I could never bring myself to tell her the full truth, that the man she called her father had become a drunkard, coming home late every night, heavily intoxicated. I didn’t understand what had changed in him. It was hard to believe that the man I once loved with all my heart could become so distant and hurtful. Not so long ago, we were so happy together, but now, it was all falling apart. I felt deeply sad because of all this. I prayed every day that he would change, and for a while, it seemed my prayers were answered. He stopped coming home drunk, but the problem remained, he still came home very late. His late nights were slowly wearing m