Semua Bab My Ex Wants Me Back: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Emily - YEARS AGO“OH MY GOD!” Bete screamed for the thousandth time. “I can’t believe you slept with Marcos.”“Keep it down, you lunatic. And no, I didn’t sleep with him…” Despite not wanting to spill all this at school, my excitement got the better of my willpower.“In the literal sense, yeah, it happened,” she whispered, hitting a dramatic tone.“We spent the night together, that’s all,” I whispered back. I didn’t want the whole school to know—not because I was ashamed of what I’d done, but because girls who hooked up with Marcos became a “target” for other guys. It was crazy how every other guy suddenly noticed you after that. Deep down, I wanted to scream to everyone that we’d spent the night together. “He kissed me, held me… it was amazing.”“Okay, okay, little lovebird, slow down, Emy. You know Marcos isn’t the dating type. Don’t start getting your hopes up. I don’t want you to get hurt. As hot as he is, he’s not worth you suffering over him.”I’d already accepted that, after a

“A kiss, Marcos. Just a kiss, and you made a huge scene,” I huffed, irritated. “Now everyone’s probably talking.”“To hell with everyone. I just want to know why? Why did you do that, Emily?” he asked, sounding even more pissed after my explanation.“What do you mean by that? We were at a party, both alone, and decided to hook up. What’s the big deal?”“What’s the big deal? Are you seriously asking me that?”“What’s the problem, Marcos? We never talked about not seeing other people,” I shouted back. I wasn’t going to be the villain just because he saw me with someone else. “I know you’ve been going to the next town, sleeping with your older women. Why make a scene because I kissed someone? Can’t I even kiss another guy?”“What the hell… Where did you get the idea I’m hooking up with other girls?” he asked, his voice faltering. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I think about you all the damn time. Damn it, Emy, there’s no one else!”“There isn’t?” I whispered, shocked by his words. “I…

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. All this nonsense about him—you don’t even know him!” I exploded, but I wasn’t going to stand there trying to explain myself. I couldn’t believe my own dad had no empathy for my pain. I stormed off, ready to let the lunatics have their love fest. “If you weren’t drunk twenty-four hours a day, we could have a decent conversation, and everything would be clear!”I rushed past him, furious, not stopping until I reached the key rack in the living room. I grabbed the car keys, started the engine, and peeled out, tires screeching, as if I were fleeing the devil himself—and that’s what Marcos felt like to me.He’d crept into my life quietly, charmed me, made me fall head over heels, and then ripped everything away, leaving me broken on the ground without a single word. He’d destroyed my entire life and now acted like nothing had happened.I didn’t know exactly where to go; I just needed distance from him, from that house, from everyone.I drove arou

EmilyI had sent a message to Bi, asking her to tell Carlos to come back to town as soon as possible. Of course, Bete didn’t know this part—she already had enough problems to deal with. Our agreement was that I’d only find Carlos and arrange a meeting between them, and I’d be there to support her, whether the conversation went well or not.“I hope he doesn’t take too long. If it’s a few more months, I won’t be able to hide the belly,” Bete said distractedly, sitting in the white rocking chair that was older than both of us.Her belly had a slight curve, barely noticeable, especially with the loose clothes she was wearing now.“I can’t wait to be an auntie. You and Fernando giving me nephews all at once.” It was overwhelming happiness, even knowing I’d hardly see her if she stayed here. I hoped she and Carlos could work things out.“Come on, Emily, your turn to spill what got you out of bed so early. Why’d you run from home?” she asked bluntly, and I knew she wouldn’t let me dodge.“Ma

EmilyMy head was throbbing, almost like a hangover, but the pain only worsened when I tried to get up. My whole body ached, but I could hear voices coming from the kitchen.“Bi?” I called out, forcing myself to cross the short hallway to the kitchen.The whispers I’d heard when I got up stopped the moment I spoke.“Good morning, Emy. Feeling better?” Bi appeared at the doorway, catching me off guard. She sounded upbeat, but her face couldn’t hide her concern. What was going on here… It wasn’t hard to figure out. I only had to look past her to see Marcos at the stove, staring at me. What the hell was this? “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d wake up so early, and he…”“Enough of that.” He cut off Bianca’s explanations, marching toward me. “God, look at you…” Marcos murmured, standing close, then touching my face. I was frozen. I should’ve punched him or cursed him out, but I just stood there, confused, as he held my face gently. “I’m talking to him today, and you’re not going back there. You