Início / Romance / MY UNDOING / Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Todos os capítulos de MY UNDOING: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

109 Capítulos

050

MACEY Dinner felt suffocating. My parents’ eyes were sharp, piercing, slicing through Damien with a weight that made my chest tighten. Every glance, every twitch of their lips, sent my pulse racing. I kept reaching for Damien’s hand under the table, squeezing it gently whenever he faltered, whispering silently to myself that everything was fine, that he was fine. But inside, my stomach churned like a stormy sea. My palms were slick with sweat, my knees bounced nervously under the table, and I couldn’t help noticing the tension in his jaw and the way his fingers flexed against mine. I wanted to shield him, to defend him, to somehow tell my parents to back off, but I didn’t know where to start, or if I even could. When the last bite of dinner was swallowed, the adults moved to the living room. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken questions, expectations, and judgment. My father’s voice broke the silence, sharp and commanding. “Talk.” Just one word, short and slicing

051

DAMIEN I woke up to the soft warmth of Macey clinging to me like I was her lifeline. Her arms were wrapped around me in a way that made it impossible to move without waking her, and for a moment, I just let myself lie there, listening to the quiet hum of the morning. The sunlight hadn’t yet broken through the blinds, leaving the room in that golden, sleepy glow that somehow made everything feel softer, slower, like the world had paused just for us. I couldn’t help but laugh softly as I nudged her gently. “Morning,” I whispered, grinning at her peaceful face. Her hair was a mess, sticking up in random places, but somehow it made her look even more adorable. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy but still sparkling with that sleepy charm that always made my chest tighten. “Morning,” she mumbled, stretching lazily, one arm flopping over my chest. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, careful not to crush her in the process. Glancing at the clock made my heart sink just

052

MACEY The days after visiting my parents felt like one long exhale that never quite finished. Everything around me was quieter, slower, but not in a peaceful way—more like the calm that comes right before another storm. I told myself I was fine, that I was handling everything, but the truth was, I was tired. Tired in my bones, tired in my head. A month in, and the pregnancy already felt like a secret I had to carry in both hands, careful not to let it slip or crack. Sleep hasn’t been my friend lately. Between the morning nausea and the endless loop of worries—money, work, the baby, my future—I felt like I was living on autopilot. Still, I refused to let it show. So when Samantha texted me this morning asking if I wanted to grab lunch, I jumped at the chance. A distraction sounded like medicine. The air was warm when I stepped out, the kind that clung to your skin and made you want to stay inside forever. Samantha was already waiting outside the little restaurant near the square

053

MACEY I woke up to the sound of something beeping. Soft, steady, mechanical. My mind couldn’t place it right away. For a moment, I thought I was still at the restaurant—that maybe Sam was still across the table, sipping her iced tea, rolling her eyes at something stupid I’d said. But when I tried to move, everything around me felt wrong. The smell. The crisp sheets. The weight on my chest. A hospital. My eyes blinked open slowly, the white ceiling blurring into focus. The steady beep came from a monitor beside me, and the light in the room was painfully bright. My throat felt dry, my body heavy, like I’d been underwater too long and only just surfaced. “Mace?” My head turned toward the voice. Sam was there—sitting in a chair by the bed, eyes puffy, her phone in her hand. The moment our eyes met, she exhaled sharply, her relief so visible it made my chest tighten. “You’re awake,” she said softly, standing to come closer. “What…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. “What happen

054

DAMIEN I’d been pacing outside her hospital room for what felt like forever, running a hand through my hair every two minutes like it would somehow help me breathe. The hallway smelled like disinfectant and nerves. My phone buzzed every few seconds with missed calls and messages, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was the way Samantha’s voice had cracked when she called me. “Come to the hospital. Now.” That was all she said before hanging up. I’d never driven that fast in my life. Now, standing there, waiting for someone to tell me what the hell was happening, I was seconds away from losing it. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly. My palms were sweaty. I’d already asked two nurses if they could tell me anything, and both had given me the same look—polite, apologetic, and silent. The kind of silence that told me things weren’t good. Then I saw them—Vanessa, Macey’s mom, walking fast down the corridor with Mason right beside her, their father trailing close behi

055

MACEY When I opened my eyes, the room was dim. The faint hum of the hospital machines filled the silence, that steady rhythm of beeps and breathing that didn’t belong to me. For a second, I thought I was alone—until my eyes adjusted and the shadows in the corners of the room started to take shape. My parents were there. Mason too. Samantha, Jessica… even Liam, Jessica’s husband, was here. Liam, who was supposed to be in Singapore for business. They were all scattered across the room in awkward positions, asleep but not at peace. My dad was slumped in the chair near the door, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his face drawn and tired. Mason was stretched out on the couch, snoring softly, with one arm over his eyes. Samantha and Jessica had curled up together near the window, heads leaning against each other, like they’d run out of ways to stay awake but couldn’t bring themselves to leave. Liam was half sitting, half sliding down the wall, his long legs stretched out, his he

056

DAMIEN I was mad. Not just angry—furious. The kind of fury that starts deep in your chest and burns until it’s the only thing keeping you upright. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel the entire drive home. Every red light felt like an insult, every second another reminder of what I’d just lost. Our baby. The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. She lost the baby. I still couldn’t believe it. I’d stood there in that hospital hallway like an idiot, trying to breathe while everyone looked at me like I was the villain in her story. Maybe I was. God, maybe I really was. By the time I pulled into the driveway, my chest felt tight, my throat raw from holding back tears. The house lights were on, and I cursed under my breath. I already knew who was waiting inside. I wasn’t ready for her—not tonight. I stepped inside, and there she was. Zinna. Of course. She was sitting on the couch like she owned the place, scrolling through her phone, completely at ease. She looked u

057

MACEY My parents left after dropping me off, and honestly, I was so fucking glad. I loved them, I really did, but I couldn’t stand another round of “I’m sorry, sweetheart” or “You’ll be okay, baby.” No, I wouldn’t be okay. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Maybe not ever. The silence in my apartment felt strange. It was too clean, too empty, too still—like the world had pressed pause and forgot to hit play again. I dropped my hospital bag near the couch and stood there for a second, staring into nothing. The walls were quiet, but my chest was loud—pounding with everything I didn’t want to feel. I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed the first bottle of water I saw. I took a sip, then another, until the coolness stung down my throat. My reflection on the microwave caught my eye—swollen eyes, pale skin, and cracked lips. I looked like someone else. Someone broken. When I got upstairs, the scent of lavender hit me. The candle on my nightstand had long burned out, but the

058

DAMIEN My chest hurt. It hurt so bad. Like someone had shoved their hand right through my ribs and ripped my heart out with no warning. Every breath burned. Every second dragged. I sat in my car for a long time after leaving Macey’s place, my hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. The world outside blurred behind my tears, but I didn’t even bother wiping them at first. What was the point? Whoever said men don’t cry clearly never loved hard enough to lose everything. I pressed the heel of my hand against my eyes and forced a shaky breath out. It didn’t help. The ache was still there... sharp, relentless. My chest felt too small to hold everything inside. She was gone. She ended it. And the fucked-up part? I couldn’t even blame her. I started the car, needing to move, needing to go anywhere that didn’t smell like her or remind me of what I’d just lost. The engine roared to life, and I drove without thinking... through empty st

059

MACEY I spent the entire day lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling like it held the answer to everything. My phone kept lighting up on the coffee table...texts, notifications, missed calls—but I didn’t have it in me to reach for it. Not today. My chest still felt heavy, like someone had tied a rock to my ribs and dared me to breathe through it. I’d been playing the same scene in my head all morning, the moment I told Damien it was over. The way his eyes had gone blank, like someone had pulled the light right out of him. I hated that look. I hated that I caused it. But I hated even more how much I still wanted to call him. I turned on my side, pulling the throw blanket tighter around me. The apartment felt too quiet. Even the sound of the ticking clock seemed louder than usual. I wondered if he’d gone home. If he’d slept. If he’d thought about me the way I was thinking about him. God, I hated this—loving someone who felt so close yet so far away. My doorbell rang once. The

ANTERIOR

...

...

PRÓXIMO

ESCANEIE O CÓDIGO PARA LER NO APP

DMCA.com Protection Status