Semua Bab MY UNDOING: Bab 91 - Bab 100

MACEY I got a puppy, a tiny, soft Cavapoo with golden curls and big brown eyes that looked straight into mine. I could hardly believe she was real. She was perfect, so impossibly delicate and warm, and the moment I saw her, I felt like my heart had found something it had been missing. It was shocking to see such a beautiful little thing in a shelter, but I guess she was meant to be mine. Her tiny tail wagged furiously as I scooped her up, pressing her to my chest, feeling her little heartbeat against mine. “Hey, girl,” I whispered softly. “You’re coming home with me.” She wriggled happily, licking my chin and nibbling gently at my fingers, as if she already knew she was loved. I laughed quietly, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. I couldn’t stop smiling. The little puppy made everything feel lighter, like she had carried in some magic that I didn’t even know I needed. I booked a ride home immediately, cradling her like she was the most precious thing in the

DAMIEN I gripped the steering wheel tighter as we drove, the city fading behind us until it was just us, the quiet hum of the car, and my thoughts that refused to settle. My chest felt like it was carrying years of weight I had never really dealt with. Macey glanced at my hands and the tension in my knuckles. “Damien… talk to me,” she said gently. I exhaled slowly. “I just… I need this. I need to see them.” My voice came out low, almost unsure. “Your parents,” she whispered, already understanding. “Yeah,” I said. “I need them to know I’m okay now. That I found someone I love. Someone who loves me too.” I paused before adding, “Feels stupid when I say it out loud.” “It’s not stupid,” she said immediately. She reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, warm and steady. “It’s normal to feel that way. You deserve whatever closure you can get.” I looked at her for a second, letting her words sink in. “I just want them to know life turned out better than it looked for a long time.

MACEY I did not even wait for Damien to start the car before the words burst out of me. “I do not want to tell my parents or anyone.” My voice cracked, loud in the small space of the car, and the sound of it made my chest tighten. I grabbed the edge of my seat like I could hold myself together if I held on tight enough. Damien turned to me so fast it startled me. His brows pulled together, his eyes softening as he reached out. He brushed my hair back with slow, gentle fingers, the way he did whenever he sensed I was crumbling. Then he cupped my cheeks, his palms warm against my skin. “Talk to me, Macey,” he said quietly. “I am right here.” I shook my head immediately. “No… you do not get it.” The words trembled. “You cannot understand, Damien.” “Then explain it to me,” he whispered. “Let me understand.” I took a shaky breath. “You are excited. I can tell. I know you. You are already imagining the baby. You probably picked out a name in your head ten seconds after the doctor spoke

MACEY It took a lot of convincing to get my parents to leave. After I told them I was pregnant, my mom’s shock melted into the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. She cupped my cheeks in her hands, her eyes glistening as she whispered over and over how happy she was for me. I could feel her excitement, her love, wrapping around me like a warm blanket, and for a moment, I almost forgot the world outside that apartment. My dad, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to sink through the ground. He kept clearing his throat, shuffling his feet, and giving me that look that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I knew he loved me, and I knew he would come around, but at that moment, he seemed completely out of his depth with the news I had just dropped on him. A few minutes later, finally, they left. The quiet that settled after their departure felt heavy, but I knew I needed to breathe, to center myself. I turned to Damien, who had stayed just a few steps behind

MACEY Packing should not have taken as long as it did, but I kept stopping every few minutes to breathe. And not normal breathing. These were deep, tight, chest-heavy breaths, the kind that made it feel like I was trying to hold my entire world together. My hands shook every time I folded a shirt. My mind raced each time I zipped a pouch. Everything felt heavier than it actually was. I grabbed a few clothes, some toiletries and still felt like I was forgetting something important. My brain refused to settle. My heart refused to slow down. Daisy paced circles around my feet like a tiny furry storm cloud, and every time I paused, she bumped her head into my leg and whined, her big eyes blinking up at me as if she understood exactly what was happening. Honestly, she probably did. Dogs always seemed to know when emotions were running wild. When I finally scooped her into my arms, she exhaled... her whole body relaxing instantly. Her little paws curled into my shirt, her warm breath