He Ditched Me 52 Times Novels & Stories

"Baby Bella…" My whole body stiffened. That was our safe word from ten years ago. Whenever we fought, if he said it, I had to give him a chance to explain. "See… I still remember. Our promises never changed." "Theodore, that nickname has lost its meaning." With that, I grabbed my carry-on and walked toward security without looking back. ... Time flew by, and half a month passed. Yvette was leaning on my shoulder, fast asleep. In those two weeks, we had gone to Freezeland.

Caleb yelled. “Really? Then it can't be me.” Hilton said indifferently. “Tell me the truth, Hilton. Because of you we haven't been able to get a deal with Darnold Enterprise. If you've offended the owner of Darnold Enterprise, say it now so we can fix things.” “I don't have anything to say.” Hilton responded almost immediately. Hilton continued, “I see. You want to get me involved so that your selfish desires can come to a reality. And you throw me away like a piece of trash like you always do!”

I stopped in front of a ditch filled with thorns, and there she was— unconscious. Another howl escaped from my mouth. This time more resounding and loud, it got the birds in the tall trees around scampering for safety. The run must've been a hot chase, she'd fallen right into a trap. Without thinking about it a second more, I jumped into the ditch. Groans filled the air, as the hard thrones seared into my skin. I pulled her into my arms, held her in a fetal position, and brought her out of the ditch.

"Pearl, when I was unconscious, all I could think about was you. The memories of us... all the good times... I can't let them go. I was wrong. Please, give me another chance." But his apologies no longer stirred my heart. "Boweike," I said firmly. "I've already accepted Conrad's proposal." His eyes widened in disbelief. Meeting his gaze, I added, "Goodbye, Boweike." I turned without hesitation, heading straight for the door. The moment I opened it, I found Mia standing outside. "Boweike!" Her voice broke as she stormed into the room. "How could you treat me like this? Does your promise to me mean nothing?!"

The cliffs blocked everything. I held it higher, walking sideways, eyes on the screen. One step. Missed the edge. The ground gave way under loose rock. I pitched forward into the pit—a deep, camouflaged trap dug into the path. Smugglers’ work. Or someone who knew I was coming. I twisted mid-fall, trying to grab an edge. Failed. Hit the bottom hard. Shoulder first—dislocated with a pop. Then my head cracked against a jagged rock.

A river bank close by that divided the Killers MC faction and the Ironclad faction. I increased my pace, refusing defeat. My heart skipped a beat, I had lost my footing. In panic, I clawed at whatever I could make contact with but it was to no avail. “Mia!” Diana screamed, making her way back to me. She hung on the tree and stretched her hands out for me but I had already fallen too far for her to reach. I reached out to a near by branch, gripping it as tightly as I could. My palms brushed against the hard brittle wood, scraping my flesh as gravity fought to bring me down.

How could I tie you down and drag you to hell with me? "You've seen it. For the past eight years, this has been my life. I saved my mom's life with that money. After that, I worked every job diligently. I wished I could split 24 hours into 48 just to keep my mom alive. She's my only family in this world." I was still puzzled. "If that's the case, why didn't you stay with Brett? And why did you go to my club with him this time?"

I stared at the report. The investigator nodded and left but I remained still. Then I reached for my phone. “Get me Daisy's file.” The room suddenly felt too quiet, because I wasn't sure I had spoken her name aloud in days. Five years even. Since I'd last seen her, since the river had swallowed her and since I'd stood on that riverbank and screamed her name until my voice broke. I had searched everywhere. Every hospital, every morgue, and every town along the river.

That feeling—utter despair—I'd lived through in fragments for five long years. Finally, my own dawn had come. And I was ready to step into the future—with the person I truly loved.

He always managed to defuse the awkwardness that had grown between us after years of estrangement. Mom would just peel and cut fruit by the side before handing them to me with a neutral expression. I finally recovered completely and was discharged soon after. On the day of my discharge, Alexander carried my bag and enthusiastically discussed plans for our honeymoon, either in the beautiful mountains or by a sunny beach. "Vivian!" A woman with disheveled hair and a foul sewer stench about her suddenly rushed out from behind the hospital flowerbed, lunging at me. Alexander immediately shielded me behind him.