All Chapters of Leaving The Guy Who Loved Only Himself: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

Scott Kenta's eyes no longer held the warmth they once did—just a cold, restless impatience, like I was some persistent problem he had grown tired of dealing with.As I stood there, unmoving, he seemed to realize, if only briefly, that his words might have crossed a line. He cleared his throat and softened his tone slightly."You know how it is," he said. "If I don't have a stable career, how am I supposed to give you a good life? Be reasonable. We can't keep this child. And your health has always been fragile. A little jump, a cold shower, maybe the problem solves itself."I stood frozen, unable to believe what I was hearing.I always knew he could be cruel. But I never imagined he'd go this far. I really couldn't imagine if this were his child—his own flesh and blood. And yet he spoke as if it were trash, something to be thrown out without a second thought."Could you spare some time to come with me to the hospital?"The bitterness rising in my chest was nearly unbearable, but

Chapter 2

On the drive home, I hesitated for a long time before finally taking out my phone and dialing my mother's number.The overseas signal was patchy. I had to try three times before she finally picked up."Mom… it's me."There was a pause on the other end. Then her voice came through, choked with tears."You heartless girl! How could you be so cruel? All I did was try to stop you from being with that penniless boy, and you cut off all contact with your mother for all these years. Do you know how much that broke my heart?"Back when I got together with Scott, my parents had never approved of him. They ran a background check and were shocked to find out he'd hidden the truth from me—he was neck-deep in debt, owing tens of thousands of dollars.My father had slammed the table in fury. He said any man who could hide something like that must be manipulative, and I'd never be a match for him.But I had been blinded by love, too stubborn to listen. I broke ties with my family without a sec

Chapter 3

How was I supposed to come up with a reasonable excuse to make Scott sign it?I racked my brain, pacing in circles in front of the office door, but still came up with nothing. The words, whatever they were supposed to be, simply refused to form.Then, just as I was about to give up, the office door swung open."It's all your fault. If you hadn't been so rough last night, why would my back be hurting now?"The voice drifted out, light and teasing—Chloe's voice, unmistakably.My whole body stiffened.I turned toward the sound.There he was—Scott, smiling, hand gently curled around her waist, kneading it in small, practiced motions. There was a softness in his eyes I'd never seen before, at least not directed at me.But the moment they saw me, the warmth in their expressions cracked. A flicker of alarm flashed through both their eyes, like caught actors in a poorly rehearsed play.Chloe cleared her throat awkwardly."Alyssa, don't misunderstand. We played a bit of badminton last

Chapter 4

Today is my last day in this city.Perhaps the weather, too, felt the weight of goodbye. A cold front had swept in overnight, and the wind now bit through coats and scarves with a practiced indifference. People on the streets hurried past, wrapped so tightly they resembled something out of a deli freezer—bundled, muted, waiting to be shelved or sold. Every breath I took became a fleeting white cloud, disappearing before it could mean anything.It seemed appropriate. I was leaving. And things like this—the cold, the fog on your lips, the finality of silence—should have a proper ending.So I called Scott.He didn't pick up the first time. Or the second. On the third try, someone finally answered, but his voice was laced with irritation."You've got some nerve calling me."The fragile calm I'd spent the whole morning piecing together shattered in an instant. I froze."What's your problem?" I asked, my voice sharper than intended. "Why the hell can't I call you?"Whatever pretense

Chapter 5

"Your child," I said, "is bound to look more like you."I smiled and leaned my head against his shoulder. He slipped a small pillow beneath my back. "Get some rest," he murmured. "You'll wake up and we'll already be there."Maybe I was just exhausted. Or maybe it was the last few days finally catching up with me—the packing, the decisions, the emotional cuts I hadn't noticed until they began to sting.But resting against him like this, I drifted off before I could even think of a reason not to.Meanwhile, across the ocean in a hospital room, Scott was living what some might call a good life. At least on the surface.Since I left, no one had asked when he was coming home. No one followed him around like a shadow, trailing behind him with questions or concern. No one nagged or waited.He said he still worried about me, but his body had other commitments. He stayed by Chloe's side with the loyalty of a man who'd forgotten how to hesitate.It wasn't until a call from the office br

Chapter 6

Somehow, word of our breakup spread like wildfire through the company.Only then did people begin to see things clearly—Scott and Chloe had never been some fated couple. They were just a match made in the gutter. A cheater and a homewrecker, bound by their own ugliness.I'd worked there for years and built a good rapport with just about everyone. So when I was driven out by the two of them, there was more sympathy than silence. No one spoke openly, but the whispers filled every corner of the office:"Honestly, Alyssa was just too dignified. If it were me, I'd have thrown punches right in the middle of the office. She worked so hard for all these years—why should that vixen get to enjoy the fruits?""Chloe really has no shame. Always showing up in designer clothes—I thought she came from money. Turns out she was just someone's side piece.""Sigh... what goes around comes around. Heaven sees everything. They'll get what's coming to them."And karma didn't take long.Back when I wa

Chapter 7

After the umpteenth argument with Chloe, I couldn't take it anymore—the distorted three-way relationship that had festered between us.I drowned my frustration in the dim haze of the bar, drinking until I was a mess.Just as I was preparing to pay and leave, a group of men surrounded me, closing in like wolves sensing prey."Hey, beautiful, drinking all alone? Something on your mind? Come on, tell us. Maybe we can help you out," one of them said, his voice slick with intention.I was drunk, but not foolish. I knew exactly what they wanted.The problem was, they were too many, and I was just one girl.I tried to scream, but the noise in the bar swallowed my voice whole, leaving me with nothing but the hollow echo of my own panic.My struggle only seemed to excite them further, pushing me into a corner."Don't shout, sweetheart. We're more than enough to keep you entertained tonight," one of them sneered, reaching out with a hand that was far too eager.As his dirty fingers near

Chapter 8

The days passed, and my belly grew rounder. Xavier, ever meticulous, arranged for me to stay at a top-tier maternity retreat in upstate New York. My parents visited daily. Life settled into a rhythm—quiet, almost meditative.The past, with all its jagged edges, began to blur.One afternoon, as I stepped out for my usual walk, a man appeared, blocking my path. His eyes, once familiar, now held a desperate glint."Alyssa, I've been waiting for you. Please, come back with me. Our child needs both parents. I promise to be a better man, a better father. Just give me another chance."His gaze dropped to my swollen abdomen, and for a moment, hope flickered in his eyes.A wave of nausea rose within me. Had it been only six months? Time had not been kind to him. His once sharp features were now shadowed by stubble, his clothes wrinkled and worn. Without me, it seemed, he had unraveled.I raised my hand and slapped him, the sound sharp in the still air."Scott, you're delusional. Who to

Chapter 9

A few months later, my children were born—a healthy pair of twins, one boy, one girl.It was strangely symmetrical. The girl looked like me; the boy, like him.Inside the delivery room, my mother wept loudly. She said it was because her daughter, who had suffered for so many years, had finally found peace. A home.I lay weakly on the hospital bed, barely able to lift my hand to see the babies.Xavier, who had been hovering anxiously at my side all day, suddenly frowned and muttered,"What's so great about looking at them? If it weren't for those two, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much."I blinked, startled, then reached out and gave his shoulder a light punch. "You're being childish. Don't tell me you're jealous of your own kids."He didn't say a word. Just bowed his head and gently began wiping down my body with a warm towel."It's because he feels sorry for you," my mother said, sighing. She understood him better than he understood himself.Of course, I knew that already

Chapter 10

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded—doctors, family, everyone pressed in close.Looking at the dense crowd around my hospital bed, I sighed with mild exasperation. "I'm fine, aren't I? No need to be so dramatic."My mother, still dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a tissue, shot me a glare when she heard my joke. "Do you have any idea how close it was just now? That bastard of an ex deliberately gave Chloe your address. He staged the whole thing—wanted to play hero so you'd fall back in love with him. Didn't care at all about whether you lived or died."I'd known Scott for more than a decade. That was long enough to recognize the kind of man who'd sacrifice anything, anyone, to get what he wanted. I'd long stopped expecting decency from him.I turned my face into Xavier's chest, letting the scent of antiseptic and his aftershave lull me."Was he sent to prison?" I murmured.He nodded."He's in. And with my parents and me handling things behind the scenes, he won't

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