Romans & histoires Leaving My Biased Family Behind

He informed me. I attempted to press further when the car slowed down, and I raised my eyes to see that we were back at the company. “Ready?” He asked, turning the engine off, causing me to shake my head in denial. It gradually seeped into my bones, the sadness of leaving them behind. Over the months, they had become a part of me. Family, if I could. As someone without a real family, I tended to get used to people once I let them in, and sometimes it broke my heart to cut those ties.

I would not betray my convictions, for my love for justice outweighed the fear of losing those I cherished. Returning to the old family, I felt grateful for their understanding and hospitality. Their kindness provided me with the space to confront my past and grapple with my internal struggles. I could only hope they, too, found solace in their decision to let me revisit my history. Leaving that house behind, I carried with me the weight of my past and the newfound connections forged in that brief encounter. The family, who now called it their own, had become intertwined in my story, and I hoped that, in some way, I had left a mark on theirs.

He asked. "I have abandoned my selfish family. And for a girl, who is completely alone, family means everything. I was an unknown girl, yet the Rathore family whole heartedly accepted me. Be it mumma, papa, bhai, bhabs and even you. You guys tried to protect me, cared about me, and everything. So, leaving Avyaan would mean leaving you guys, and so, I can't leave you guys like this," I spoke as I thought about all the happy moments with the family.

“Oh, Rhea. Why didn’t you text or something? Come with us, your father was just mentioning you…” Mother reached out, but I pulled back, jerking my arm away before she could make contact. “No, I have things to do and a flight to catch,” I looked at them. “I’m leaving now.” “Sis!” Elena stopped me, her face showing a well-judged blend of concern and confusion. “Why are you leaving so soon? Dad really misses you…” “Misses me?” I cut her off with a cold laugh. “What, does he miss having me around as the backdrop to your perfect family portrait—or just as the contrast to make you look like the good daughter?”

“When I was four, Dad—” Pete rushed forward and covered his mouth, pulling him away. That is to say, he had known her since he was four. My own child had kept it from me for over a decade. I smiled. Because at that moment, my last attachment to this family vanished. I no longer wanted any of them. I left. Completely left. The first few months after leaving myself were unbearable. I numbed myself with alcohol and gambling, enduring day after day. Then I went to the hospital, and the diagnosis came back.

I have to eat your leftovers. I am not a pack member. I do not have family here. The only family I had was killed. I have no friends. I have no reason to stay. I want to leave."

For some reason, he felt like a stranger to me now. Harold served his sister the healthy meal he had whipped up. "So, when are you breaking up with her? If you're not taking your chances with Leila, someone else will." Zacharias went red. "I was going to have the talk with Sheila." A wave of sadness charged up my throat. I laughed at myself and turned around, refusing to look at them. Well, I was used to the role of the girl who was never loved. My family would've forgotten about me.

But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me. The only downside was how often people got hurt at the hunting grounds here. It kept me so busy that I'd lose track of time and end up working late. Sometimes, the exhaustion made me feel sick. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. A little over a month later, Jimmy—the Alpha of the Warwolf pack—invited me to join him for an outing in the hunting grounds. We'd grown up together, but after I met Jerry, I moved to another pack and we lost touch. Jimmy was thrilled when he heard I was coming back, and kept asking me out to eat every now and then.

I know I had sworn never to return to that place, but I could not help but feel a little bit uneasy. Why wouldn't she just believe me? She kept saying that she wanted nothing to do with me or my family. What family? Why would she not believe me? I hate those people more than she even does. And I hated it more after she called them my family. That was the reason why I left that place. I left her side in anger because I was offended that she thought that those people were my family.

The moment he saw me, his eyes welled with tears. Years ago, when Garner Group expanded overseas, I had insisted on staying behind to marry Jeff. I had defied my father and even cut ties with him. It had been six years since I last saw my family. "Dad…" I choked back tears and threw myself into his arms. "I'm sorry, I was stupid. I left the family for Jeff, that jerk." He hugged me tightly. There was no anger at my past stubbornness. He simply said, "You're home now, and that's what matters."