She Threw Me Away—now She Begs Novels & Stories

The day my husband, Leon Ford, won Best Actor, a video smearing me went viral. In the video, my sister, Lucy Carter, tearfully accused me of using my position as Leon's manager to break them up. She claimed I'd threatened to ruin his career and forced him to marry me, a 250-pound woman. Leon liked the video the moment it went up, making it look like he was backing Lucy's story. Within minutes, the entire internet had turned against me. "She used her power to pressure an actor into marrying her? Someone like that should be blacklisted!" "God, she stole her own sister's boyfriend! What a vicious woman. Leon must've been miserable waking up to that disgusting fat pig every day!" "I hope Leon an

Her voice went hollow—like a stray with nowhere to go. "Grant... we don't have parents anymore. What do I do...?" She reached out her arms, like she was begging for a hug. I recoiled like she was diseased and let out a smirk. "We're divorced. And they were your parents. Not mine. "Oh, and those chunks of ashes over there? Could be a hand. Could be an organ. Who knows? But by your logic, just rinse them off when you get home. Maybe you can still put them on the mantle." The more her face crumbled, the better I felt.

She's cries heavily, throbbing. "I wish I haven't met you___" she said in pain but he quickly cut her and run in front of her in folded knees. "Kimberly... no.... please..." he try to hold her but she refuse and push him again. "Please... I know you'll get mad at me... but not like this... please don't throw me away." Nathan's hands are in between of her over the bed. "Honey, please...." he begs reaching for her hand.

I asked, and she nodded. “Yes, leave my hand first.” She begged, almost crying. I jerk her hands. What happened next shocked everyone even more.

She should leave me alone, that's it. She quickly let go of the handle of her luggage box to go down on her knees since I was now close to her, clinging to my knees to beg, “Xavier, please! Please forgive me! I'm so sorry for hurting you, baby! Just don't kick me out, I beg you. I don't have anywhere else to go, please! Look, I promise I'll change. I'll make things right, please. Just don't leave me.” I won't go back on my words. I've had enough! It's over between us now.

Drip. Drip. Her worthless tears began to fall again. She lay there, too weak and exhausted to even search for a more comfortable place. Her eyes stared into the darkness. Her gaze was hollow and empty. She slowly placed her hand over her still-flat stomach. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as tears continued to stream down her face. “I’m sorry, my dear one. I’m sorry that someone like me became your mother.” “I don’t even have the strength to protect you. If we die today… I hope we can meet again in the next world.”

I wasn't certain my ears were playing tricks on me, or at the very least she was only saying this to mock me, refusing to fall into her trap. I got up, heading straight for the door without even sparing her another glance. “Please, don't go!!!” She yelled out, falling out of her wheelchair in the process of trying to stop me. “I don't want to be alone anymore, please, don't leave me here, don't abandon me.” she pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably as she struggled on the floor, trying to crawl over to me, her eyes were bloodshot, her tear stained cheeks completely pale. I hadn't noticed until now, how undead she looked, it was almost as though she could break at any given moment. Against my bette

" I didn't respond and simply gave a slight nod. Whether they regretted it or not was their business. Either way, it wasn't going to make me change my mind. "The truth is, nobody meant to single you out. Carmen just turned us against you," Mrs. Thompson continued, still trying to explain. "If you ever have a spare moment, could you—" "Mrs. Thompson," I interrupted. "There's no point bringing up the past anymore. Everyone makes their own decisions, and everyone has to live with the consequences. I'm leaving for a trip, so I'd better get going." Having said my piece, I headed straight for the entrance of the complex with my suitcase in hand.

She opens her mouth in bewilderment. Where is the jacket? I stretch out my hands for it. I threw it away, I swear you dont listen to me, she continues. You never told me you threw it away. I say defensively. I told you seeing it scares me and you expect me to keep it? she pauses, her lips shaking violently. Look, lets get you home. You are all shades of messed up right now. I try to calm her down, but to no avail. "NOO! she screams.

She leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed as the dark truth spilled from her lips. "I’ve been an orphan since I was a child. I never had a proper education, and I’ve only ever survived on my looks. You can’t possibly imagine how brutal this world has been to me. But then, I met Victor Corleone. He was the first person to ever reach out to me. I wanted to stay with him, but he didn't want me. It didn't matter. He was my benefactor, and I was willing to do anything for him, even sell my body to secure resources. He meticulously plotted to have me seduce you. But then… you were so kind to me, so impossibly kind that I actually fell in love with you. I wanted to be your wife. So why woul