Todos os capítulos de Abandoned By My Mate : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The cold wind slapped against Clara’s cheeks as she sat by the wall, not too far from the restaurant, from her most recent heartbreak. One of the many she has experienced in her little time with Jace.She lost track of time as she leaned her head on her knees, letting it all out in silent sobs. She kept at it till she couldn't feel her eyes any longer. The cold got to her as she shivered, raising her head to take in her surroundings.Her lips quivered uncontrollably, like they had a mind of their own. She struggled to get control over herself, each drag of breath left a sting in her sides. When she felt she had gathered enough strength, she pushed herself up. The familiar streets now looked foreign under her glossy eyes.She staggered down the street to her left, carrying her heels in her hand as she walked slowly down the lonely path. Her steps were uneven, shaky as she swayed from side to side. Few steps, and her feet ached as the top of her dress clung to her skin, now soaked in te

A broken promise.A shattered hope.The weight of his actions lay heavily on him, but what happened?There had been no emergency call, no injury, no crisis, at least none that he could remember. But still, for some reason, he hadn’t gone to meet her. He couldn’t even remember sending a message.The last thing he remembered was being in front of his mirror, waiting with the flowers.No sight of the flowers either. Like everything from last night had been wiped out, save the suit.He reached for the jacket, hoping to find his phone in there. The little shift exposed his torso as the covering moved slightly. He looked down and only then realized that he was naked. Startled as to how he was lying in bed, naked, he sat up straight, pulling the cover over him."Urghh," a soft moan came from behind him. That's when he realized that he wasn't alone.What could that be?He jumped to his feet, the cold hitting his naked frame, before he reached for his boxers, which were at the corner of the be

The sharp pain rose deep from her gut, up through her spine.Not the slow ache of heartbreak, not the sharp sting of betrayal, but something entirely different, something more touchable. A sickening sound rose from her belly. Her tummy twisted cruelly, punishing her for a neglect she hadn’t even noticed.Clara clutched her abdomen, leaning forward slightly as another wave of discomfort washed over her. Everything felt deep, twisting tightly. She breathed through her mouth, trying to steady herself, trying to contain the growing nausea and light-headedness that now began to affect her limbs too.Her legs shook beneath her, barely able to hold up her weight. Her head spun wildly, like the room tilted every few seconds. As she gritted her teeth through the pain, the thought that finally struck her was a simple one.When was the last time I ate? She blinked, giving it a good thought.It hadn’t been at the restaurant—of course not. She hadn’t ordered a thing, not even a drink, aside from t

An unspoken streak. Days, weeks, and months had passed, and Clara never had a reason to break, but would today be the day she finally challenged her inner self?Clara sat quietly on the parlour couch, she hadn't even finished the soda. Honestly, none of them appeased her again. To be honest, her mind wasn't here, not with the pizza or the soda. Her mind wasn't even in her little apartment again; she had wandered far back in time.She thought about her childhood. The large family table in her father’s house. The large kitchen, where different scents could be heard at various hours of the day. Her mother ruled that space. She was the best cook Clara had seen to date.Clara, even as a young girl, had been far more interested in burning calories than cutting vegetables. While girls her age learnt how to fold dumplings or prepare spicy stew soups beside their mothers, Clara was lifting weights in the garage, doing high-knees in the backyard, racing up hills with strong determination.Her m

She held it strongly in her hands, her laughter had subsided, replaced with the pain of failure. She dipped a finger in the middle, bringing it slowly to her mouth as the look scared her—it tasted worse than it looked, a bitter revelation of her growing incompetence.A consistent feature of hers since she met Jace. Nothing seems to be moving in the right direction for her, maybe it's because she had forgotten herself in the chase of love, a foolish mistake she has repeated severally.She stared at the casserole or what was to be casserole in her hand. The top was golden brown while the edges were crusted. She dropped it on the counter, letting it cool. Clara stared down at the sorry excuse for a casserole like it had personally offended her, and when it reached her satisfaction, she scooped out a portion, holding it up as she dreaded what was to come next She brought the bite to her mouth slowly, then swallowed with a hard gulp. She closed her eyes, trying to chew, but not up to a se