Three Years After They Abandoned Me Novels & Stories

The man who had once whispered devotion into my ear and vowed to protect me under the Moon Goddess’s light had turned his back on me the moment I was no longer convenient. He had condemned me to death, forsaken our bond, and buried my name beneath the weight of Sophia’s lies.

But I refused to let their affection trap me here. I wanted a clean environment. A new start. Somewhere far away from poison, manipulation, and old pain. I wasn’t going to raise them in a place where I once begged for safety and got thrown in a cell instead. --- When the three months finally ended, Ryan came to find me. His timing was perfect, just as I finished folding the last stack of clothes into a travel bag. “Mikaela…” he began, voice low. I looked up. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know.” I laughed bitterly. “No… You do know. If you’re here, if your soldiers found us… then he knew where to look.” Silence. The answer was written all over his face. He had no explanation. No excuse. Three years. Three birthdays. Three winters. Three years of my son asking why his daddy didn’t love him enough to come home. I looked Rhydian straight in the eye. “Go back. Tell your prince that the woman he abandoned no longer needs him. We are perfectly fine on our own.” I said through my teeth before shutting the door.

But maybe… maybe this was a step in the right direction. I could see the gratitude in their eyes, the quiet hope in their expressions. And, for once, I let myself believe that maybe they could change. Maybe they could be the people I needed them to be. They left the room. I sat alone in my dorm room, staring at the half-packed suitcase on my bed. My heart felt like it was being pulled in three different directions, torn between my past, my pain, and the uncertain future in front of me. For a year, I had lived with nothing but betrayal and heartbreak. Now, after everything, the triplets—Ryder, Jaxon, and Caden—wanted me to move in with them.

MAYA I was at the foot of the grand stairs. My heart fluttered against my ribcage like a caged bird, frantic to be set free. The Packhouse loomed above me. It was just as I had remembered. It had been three years since the night they had thrown me out. And between you and me, as I stood on these very steps, I remembered every damned detail. They gave me one duffel bag and a thousand-dollar charity I refused to touch for months. My mother had not even glanced in my direction. My father had closed the door behind me like he was doing me a favor.

“Now you belong with us. And we’re never letting you go again.” My mind spun. The rain pounded against my skin, but all I felt was heat rising in my chest, choking me. I wanted to argue, to push them away, to demand proof. But deep inside, beneath the fear and disbelief, something stirred. For three years, I had been hidden. Nobody cared about me, spoke for me, or reached out to me during these years. And now, three strangers stood in the storm, looking at me as if I were the most precious thing they had ever found.

I rummaged in my handbag to look for a band-aid when he speak out of nowhere. "Is it that easy for you to turn your back on me?" his voice is cold and deep. The breeze of the morning air is chilly but what he said is the one that sent shivers in my skin. I closed my fist and faced him with a determined expression. "Why? Aren't you the one who left me three years ago?" he reached out his hand and tried to hold me but I avoided his touch. “You were the one who abandoned me, Erwan! So, don’t you dare to make me feel guilty about how I’m treating you!”

The good and the bad. “I spent so many years here, believing that I was unwanted. I’m still trying to figure it all out. My mother says she had to leave me behind, for my own safety but… that doesn’t seem fair.” Neo looked at me again. “Your mother? She came back to get you?” “Yes, right when I turned eighteen,” I said. “I was so mad.” I laughed a little, but it felt hollow. “I guess I still am. How do you get over being abandoned for eighteen years? Even if it was for my own good, it still hurts.”

“I’ll make you my Luna, Arabella. I promise you” He had whispered. I’d held onto that promise, waiting patiently for three long years, enduring my family’s cruelty and abuse, knowing that soon i would be free to be with Lucas, the love of my life. And now… I curled my fingers into my palms as the truth settled heavily in my chest. He had abandoned me just like everyone else. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, drawing in a shaky breath. Crying wouldn’t change anything. It never had.

It just the truth, They let me go when I was only three, gave up after twenty-five years and finally found me at twenty-three. All those years that I was alone, they knew nothing of how I fed, clothe or behave. Tormented by Judah and his disciples, Carter and Hayley. He left the orphanage two whole years after he was found wandering. Not that he was going to stop tormenting but because he enjoyed it, the asshole passed the reins to Carter who in turn took his time. I suffered. Yet endured.. But wasn't that enough? "All I know Maya, for him to be back now or every other time he could have been back, things would change from bad to worse," I cried.