บททั้งหมดของ STUBBORN HEARTS - LOVING WRONG: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

My phone beeps, and I lift up my heavy head and drenched face from the soaked pillow. Again, I know what I had said. That no tears again. But that blow from this family contravened my sleep throughout the night, and summoned my tears from where I had locked them.How cruel can people ever be? How wrong can we really be about someone? I loved Ray for three good years - three good years that I felt like I was in cloud nine because of the love that he showered me with. For me, it was not about the social standard nonsense or his name. I just loved him, and too much. I selflessly and senselessly loved him without caring about anything.I was hoping he would finally conquer his fears and introduce me to his family. I anticipated my child and him starting our happy family. I so much wanted to see the euphoric rapture from him when he learns that he would be a father soon. But all that turned into a nightmare. A bad dream. I was played for a big foolish idiot.But you know, I could accept ev

Sleeveless red silky dress that is sticking to her body as if sharing a deep kiss with her adorable curves. It stops way too up the knees, perfectly displaying her long model legs. Three-inched red stilettos. A red Gucci handbag. Black shades. Her long hair is dancing in the flow of the wind as she catwalks to wherever she is going.I can never forget this face, or should I say, my replacement. And what is with the outfit, huh? Is she going to a funeral or what is with the red theme? The matchy matchy thing is making her look too… I don’t know.I would love to know why she is here this early, but I guess that is no longer my business. Whether this is her wedding outfit or engagement shit, I don’t care.“I think I will take it from here, Julie. Go back to work so you won’t get into trouble.” I say to Julie, taking my bag from her.“Okay. Take care.” She says and turns to head back inside.I grab my two bags, dragging them behind me and wanting to disappear from this place as soon as th

Magda and her thick-skulled miniature stand in awe as Julie’s bags rests beside mine. She stands between me and them, her stature daring them.I am too in awe because, what is she doing here? Shouldn’t she be back in the city at the Mazur’s mansion? How did she even find her way here? She is not from this place.“And who the hell are you?” Magda asks, cloaking her shock.“Your worst nightmare if you dare mess with my friend. How greedy and selfish can you people be, huh?” Julie speaks. She is too bold. And I admire her.“You talk as if you know us so well. What lies has this stupid girl told you about us.” Magda again.Lies? One only needs ordinary eyes to see their ruthlessness towards me. I don’t need to fabricate anything to make them look bad. They have done a good job parading their true colors ever since the beginning. Heaven and hell knows that I have never painted them black.“My eyes are enough to see for myself. I think she even underrated your cruelty. How can you kick he

I yank my hand away from him the minute the door of his room bangs shut behind us. My face is all drenched in tears. I am barely seeing anything, so I take a moment to dry some of the tears. I need to have an explicit image of him this last time because I am certain that there is no turning back. This is it! He has made his decision and I have made mine.It stings!It sucks!This is something I never dreamt of nor would I have ever expected to ensue. But this is the sudden reality now, and I have to embrace it. It's the end of our sweet love. Now I get what Christopher Martins meant when he said love comes slow, but it goes way so fast. I can't believe ours is gone. This soon. And in just a blink?"You are going nowhere until I say so, you hear me?"I snap my clammy wet face to Ray, my eyes burrowing through his flaming ones. They are an inferno of fused dreadful sentiments, blazing with redness. He seems like an enraged beast right now. Why? Who among the two of us, who should be see

I can bear anything and everything in this world, but not the pain in her eyes. I cannot bear that. That would kill me. And the pain is beginning to sting me because I can see that what she is saying is hurting her. The mere thought that her dad doesn’t love her. His absence in her life Why didn’t I see this pain in her all these years? I thought I was a terrific mother. How did I miss this?“Angel, my dear. Stop thinking about this. I am here for you and everything you need. I am enough for you, baby. I am…”“But I still need Daddy!” She screams, snatching her arms from me as tears roll from her eyes.My heart shudders into pieces.How did we get here? How long has my daughter been hurting like this? Why didn’t I see it? Why in God’s name is my past coming back to bite me at this exact moment? I don’t deserve this. My daughter does not merit this. We deserve happiness after all that her cursed father and his family did to me. Heaven forbid if I ever consider uttering that cursed fami