Este Dolor No Es Mio Novels & Stories

He has the right to know the child exists, so I thought. But Celeste answered. “He doesn’t want you,” Her voice was dripping with satisfaction. “Whatever you’re calling for, the answer is no. Stop harassing us.” And the line went dead. I have never mustered the courage to call him again after, I never brought myself to. A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I called out. Doctor Morris entered, charts in hand and a warm smile plastered on her face. “How are we feeling today?”

“No, I'm telling you this because I don't want you to find out tomorrow and get angry like the way that you are now!” “Okay, fine. So that means you are not going back to him.” “No, I'm not.” Striving to mask her sadness, Carmen faintly smiled at Dax and thought, ‘We can’t go back together. He's with another, and I'm with you.'

My face is full of anger not because she is a molested girl just because she thinks low of herself as well as me. "So, this is the reason that you can't accept my love. Because you have been molested by a disgusting species. How can you think like that Shreya? First of all, you are the bravest girl I have ever seen in my life so far. You are the reason why Nira still believes that she can make her company stand again. You are the reason why Paavak believes that Nira will forgive her and will start a new life with him. You are the reason why my heart started believing in love. But the girl who made everyone believe in something doesn't believe in herself and her love. Look at me Shreya, you t

She wasn't feeling well. And my heart was also in pain. Emma didn't feel a bond with me because she had a mate. I wanted to tell her how strong our bond is. She didn't feel my pain but I was feeling hers. The thought of her not being my mate was torturing me. Her old mate died and I am her new mate. But she didn't accept the reality. And what was more painful than that was that she couldn't realize the intensity of my feelings towards her.

"You are going to be alright, I have rescued you from those heartless bastards." Dolores shook her head, pulling away from the hug. "I'm not free," she whimpered, her voice cracking ever so slightly. "Madam Dinero and her minions will be here any minute to pick me up. All Fernando did was hire me for my services. I'm still a whore and a prisoner to those ruthless monsters."

That was all. It didn't help. The hurt sat up under my ribs and refused to move. I pressed the heel of my hand flat against my breastbone, as if I could push it back down where it had come from. It stayed exactly where it was. And there was no one I could hand it to. Not the ache from the banquet, not the talk of Luna queens and bloodlines and the right sort of woman, not this. Who would I even tell? That I'd gone and gotten myself sore over a man I had no claim to, who'd just spelled out in plain words exactly how small that claim was?

Yet, I remain distant towards him. I am uncertain about what is wrong; I feel fine, his affection warms my heart but fails to stir me, and his touch repulses me. We have not been intimate since I moved back in; Diego desires it, but the issue lies with me, as I cannot engage with him without my thoughts drifting to Lorenzo. The reality is straightforward: I am miserable and heartbroken, lost and bewildered. I should not have deceived Lorenzo; I should not have led him to believe we had a future together.

I sobbed my tears. "I didn't expect anything. I'm enjoying this feeling of disappointment, you know? I'm not waiting for anyone to come. Me, I'm already broken, then what else could I hope for. What do you want me to be, huh? I know everything, I know he's Dellon. I know it's Maria, "I said sobbing.

But I have to admit that this headache I’m currently having is all my fault. I never meant to drink so much, but I can’t help it. I was just so anxious. I don’t want to get fired, but if my boss says so, then I can’t do anything. That’s why I decided to enter work earlier today. But it was all in vain. This headache is killing me.

Eriq says, ending the call abruptly. I am nobody to him. The words linger in the air, heavy and sharp. I avert my eyes, feeling a sting. I’m no one to him; we’re not important. We’re just playing house, and he’ll leave eventually. I try to hold back the tears, but they spill over despite my efforts.