Todos los capítulos de He was never mine: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

It started with a quiet dread that I couldn’t shake. For days, my stomach had been off—not just hunger, but a twisting, uneasy feeling that refused to go away. My mind raced, refusing to calm, knowing deep down something had changed. I didn’t want it to be true. I hated the thought, hated the timing, hated the implications. But I had to know. The test confirmed it. I was pregnant. A wave of panic and disbelief hit me first. My chest tightened, my hands shook, and for a moment I felt frozen, trapped between fear and shock. And then came the anger—the anger at him, at myself, at the world that had twisted this relationship into something I barely recognized anymore. I didn’t want to tell him. Not yet. I wanted to figure out how to handle this, how to protect myself, how to survive the chaos he had created in my life. But he found out anyway. It was a text, blunt and demanding: We need to talk. Now. I tried to ignore it. I told myself I would face him on my own terms. But he showe

I should have known better.When his message appeared on my screen after months of silence, my heart still stopped.Please. Just talk to me. I’m sorry. I know I ruined everything.I stared at the words for a long time. Too long.I told myself I was stronger now. That I had left. That I had survived him. That I wouldn’t fall back into the same trap. But apologies have a way of reopening wounds that never fully healed.So I answered.When we met, he looked different. Quieter. Smaller somehow. His eyes didn’t burn with control the way they used to. Instead, they looked tired. Regretful.“I messed up,” he said, voice breaking. “I know I hurt you. I know I destroyed us. I hate myself for it.”I wanted to scream. I wanted to walk away. But instead, I listened.He told me he’d changed. That losing me had broken him. That he finally understood what he had done. He apologized for the cheating. For the control. For the way he had treated me like something he owned instead of someone he loved.A

Years had passed since I had faked my life away to survive him. Since then, we had both grown in ways I could never have imagined. He had changed—truly, deeply—and I had healed. The chaos, the heartbreak, the fear of the past no longer ruled our lives. What we had now was nothing like the obsession or toxicity that had once consumed us. It was grounded, safe, and real.Our wedding was quiet, intimate, exactly what we both needed. There were no grand crowds, no dramatic gestures, just the people who mattered most—and a promise that we would choose each other every single day. Standing there, hand in hand, I looked into his eyes. I didn’t see the boy who had hurt me, but the man who had faced his mistakes, owned his past, and fought tirelessly to become better—not for anyone else, but for me.“I love you,” he whispered as he held my hands. “Not because I need you, but because I respect you. Not because I’m afraid of losing you, but because I want to be with you. Always.”And I smiled, t