Three Years After They Abandoned Me Novels & Stories

“I almost believed you just now. Luckily, Sarah was observant enough to see through your lies.” Ivy stood frozen. Her head was pounding violently. She stared at the three men with overwhelming disgust. Instead of feeling hurt because they did not believe her, a wave of burning anger swept through her, wiping away the last remnants of her affection. The emotional bond she had protected with all her heart and soul was severed in an instant. In her heart, at that very moment, she erased their status as her family. They were no longer her brothers. They were merely a group of foolish and cruel strangers.

“But I knew they were lying.” She turned to me sharply. “I never abandoned you.” The words hit like a blow, and a balm. “When you were three,” she continued, her voice trembling, “they took you from me. Your father had power, influence. I begged him to let me take you and leave the city. I begged him, Ezreal.” Tears filled her eyes again. “He refused.” I clenched my jaw.

Knight’s POV It’s been three years since my stepsister was kidnapped right from under our very noses. Three years since I last saw her. Since I smelt her. Since I touched her. Since I claimed that body that belonged to me. Since I rejected her… I’ve lived every day since then in regret and longing. A yearning that ate deep into my being and corrupted its function. I should have told her the truth. Maybe things would have worked out?

KERES~ Three years. That was how long it had been since the world I built with my own hands shattered. Three years since Ember vanished without a trace. Years of searching and of unanswered questions. Lonely years of waking up every morning hoping the bond would suddenly spark back to life but it never did. And today was no different. The iron gates of the prison closed behind me with a loud metallic clang as I stepped out into the cold afternoon air. The sound echoed through the quiet yard sharply, like a reminder of the countless times I had walked this same path.

Not even knowing the truth about what had happened. “Fine.” I say coldly and left. “DON’T YOU EVER COME BACK! You’ll never become Alpha, not as long as I am here!” He spats behind me. I smirked and marched my way out of the room. Three years later, I’ve been living my life as a rogue. It was hard, I can tell you that.

At first, I thought the couple only needed time to fix their issues, but as the days and weeks turned to months, I slowly understood that I was abandoned. I was pessimistic, tried to understand their circumstances, and moved forward with a smile of reassurance despite the sting in my chest. It was only possible because I knew that my real mother was looking at me from heaven. So clasping my mother's locket between my hands calms my turbulent mind and emotions. However, I did not expect to experience the same situations one after another. I was adopted only to be abandoned more than three times, and I had already lost count. [End of Flashback]

“Are you blind, or just stupid? I’m not fit to operate.” “And even if I were,” I added coldly, “I wouldn’t take favors from you. I don’t play politics with lives.” I walked out before he could respond. The rest of the day, I worked by doing paper works, avoiding the theatre. By evening, Itzayana redressed my hand. I’d worsened the injury earlier by clenching, tightening, refusing to let go. At nine, I finally went home. My mother-in-law sat rigidly in the living room, her expression icy.

A stranger who gave me a life in this world that I didn't even wish to be here. "You're not a kid anymore. You grow up so fast," she said. I don't know if it's a compliment or not. So what if I'm not that kid anymore? It's been 3 years since they left me. What do they expect? Did they expect me to cry at their shoulder, begging them to take me? No! Over my dead body, I will not do that.

I felt the triplets had a lot to say. The moment we stepped into the house, I was met with three pairs of worried eyes. “Mom!...” Before they could even finish, I rose up and told them; “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I held them close. “I didn’t mean to worry you.” Cooper pulled away slightly, frowning. “Where were you actually?” Did you like abandoning us? I hesitated. “I had to help someone,” I said carefully. “It took longer than I expected and then No, why would I love to abandon my cuties ? .”

Three years ago—the night we lost our child—I wasn’t just grieving. I was leaving him.