Novel & Cerita Did Baki Girlfriend Leave Him

She narrated. "But the tragic stuff only happened to one of his girlfriends. How does that define the rest?" I drew my head closer. "The last girl he ever openly paraded as his girlfriend got pregnant for another man. He broke up with her so she could go to the man who got her pregnant. After the breakup, she disappeared with her lover. Nobody knows where they went and if she ever gave birth to that baby. We don't know what happened to them." "What if they left for another city? What if they got sick of this place and had to leave?"

His girlfriend, Brielle Clarkson, was set to marry someone else. And it wasn’t him.

I apologized, squeezing her hands. “Well, unfortunately, my girlfriend left me then, and I promised never to bring anyone to show to her again, I’ll even get married without her knowing. If I had known you were going to bring your fiancé over, I would have stopped you.” she explained, and I could see the deep resentment in her eyes. I chuckled dryly and explained to her that Grace didn’t leave because of what our mother did. She left for something else, something that was entirely my fault. I gulped the whole drink as soon as Bill dropped it on the counter, diving back into tipsiness.

I simply declared, another round of tears inchoately rolled down my face. "What did he do? Did he perhaps... hit you?" She had her fists clenched and a vein popped out of her neck. I shook my head. "No." "What did he do?" She hollered. "Kaiden's best friend came with his very annoying girlfriend, they had to leave for whatever the fuck it was that's related to business—" I stopped to sob. "I needed an excuse to leave the Woman and decided to give them juice." She gave my hands a gentle squeeze.

Disgust was now coiled around my tongue, and it made me feel like doing something about my situation, like ripping the hair out of that girl’s head, for example. He runs a hand through his hair while he looks at me apologetically. “Brix is…” he begins to say and then stops. I could tell from his expression that he was finding it difficult to explain himself, so I just kept mute as he found a way to compose himself. “Brix is — I mean, was my girlfriend.” “Well, guess what?” I say without hiding the acid in my tongue. “What?” “Your girlfriend told me to leave you, saying I will regret it if I don’t,”

I think you know who it is,’ she said, trying to squirm away. But Baz wouldn’t let her go. He slowly pushed her to walk towards the bed. ‘I know it was for Jeremy, but I’m still going to punish you because you didn’t hug me yesterday when you saw me. I had to steal that kiss by the restroom and to top it off, I was very lonely last night. We were in the same city, yet you didn’t stay with me, didn’t even want to hang out after everybody went to their rooms,’ he nipped her ear and turned her around to face him.

“I can’t deal with this.” Jumping to my feet, I went to the kitchen and he was taking out his ingredients with his left hand while he placed his phone between his shoulder and ear. He shot a glance at me and looked away again. Groaning, I walked over to him. “It’s my girlfriend.” Why did he sound offended? “I’ll call you back. Goodbye.” He said and put the phone down. I glanced at the screen and the caller ID was ‘B Man’ “Who’s that?”

A small, audible gasp traveled through the speaker. Then someone seemed to notice me. "Wait, Amelia's account is in the room?" The room went dead silent. The next second, people started dropping out one after another. The lively voice chat room emptied in an instant. Before I could even react, a phone call popped up on my screen. Caller: Damian. When I picked up, it was Serena's voice that came through first, trembling and fearful. "Amelia, I'm so sorry." "The arranged marriage was set up by our families. I never knew how to tell you..."

I looked at them, feeling nothing but pity. Katie's mother started making a scene, shoving a finger right in my face and hurling insults. "If you had money and could afford that villa, would Katie have gone to Luke for help? She did it all for you! It's all your fault!" As I looked at her contorted expression, my stomach churned so hard I nearly retched right there. At that moment, our three years of relationship had turned into the most nauseating joke. "My fault?" I slowly raised my right hand, which was secured with steel pins and braces and wrapped thickly in bandages.

He pulled a quill, dipped it in ink, and scrawled beneath the last entry: **Day 49:** *She left. I let her. Tomorrow, I leave everything else behind to earn her back. Or die trying.*