Three Years After They Abandoned Me Novels & Stories

But his rejection proved an entire new point in this relationship. Images from seven years ago poured in front of my eyes. Several events of people leaving me because they didn’t want me slipped before my eyes. My mom, dad, Nick, and now Ethan. All my life I was abandoned by people I loved. No one could love me back like the way I did. And now, Ethan left me too, again. I laid there on the floor until my sobs mellowed down. I got up from the floor and straightened my dress. As I couldn’t stay there for any longer, I grabbed the door and opened it. Without any second thought, I left the party.

And the guy I had tried to love for three years had long ago abandoned me. I pushed my hands on my face, striving to hide the screams that welled up from deep inside. Why did I believe I could mend this? That I Could make him love me? But then I felt a scorching and bitter flash of wrath run through me. How dare he? How could he throw me away like this—as if I were nothing? After three years of trying, sacrificing, and bending over backwards to gain a piece of his devotion, how could he end it like this? I clamped my eyes tight and took deep, quivering breaths.

I replied, watching him dash out of the room. It’s been six years since I was forced out of the Alexander mansion, leaving with nothing but shattered hopes. Returning to my parents' house was not an option; I had to rely on my best friend, Hazel, for support. It was during that time that I discovered I was pregnant, which fueled my determination to chase my dreams and rebuild my career, no matter the obstacles in my path.

I pointed out. “I didn’t. You left, remember? I thought you would have continued abandoning us. Thank God, that b*stard divorced you. Otherwise, I would have disowned you. It’s been three years, kid. Three long years that our parents suffered missing you.” He was laying the guilt card too heavily on me, and I lapped on it. “How’s mom and dad?” I asked, becoming sad, knowing the pain I inflicted on my parents when I shunned them in favor of love.

“Tom.. Tom fontane.. You put me in charge of looking for your mother, remember?” “Oh.. So how is it going?” I said and ran my hands through my hair. “I am sorry, sir, but I think your mother got married to another man, after abandoning you..” “What do you mean abandon? Did I ever tell you she abandoned me?!!!” I screamed and ended the call angrily. I sat on my bed reminiscing, about how my mother left when I was only 3, and how my Nana raised me all on her own. I don't even know if my father exists or not.. I went to sleep with tears gushing out of my eyes.

Turns out that I was wrong. It's been three years since I discovered that he was the man who was made for me. But, instead of claiming me or rejecting me, he had abandoned me. After I'd found out that he was a part of an assassin group, he had disappeared without a word. The mate bond was burdensome. It's why I'd taken it upon myself to go in search of him and reject him. Hopefully, it wouldn't hurt as much as the pain I'd endured for three bitter years. ...

Three tiny heartbeats that had somehow become the center of this entire storm. A growl ripped from my throat as I threw the remains of my sandwich onto the bedside table, appetite gone. How dare they? How could my mates, my alphas, just abandon me when I needed them most? When our babies needed them? The thought alone made my vision tint red at the edges. They even knew that I was awake and didn’t come to see me..... after three days out!

“If you're seeing this, then I have already gone. What I am about to do… I might not come back alive. So I just want to use this opportunity to say some things I didn’t get to say. To my mother—you weren’t really much of a mother to me. Sometimes, I tried to convince myself there had to be some kind of explanation for why you abandoned me. I waited for one. I hoped for one. But every time you showed up, you only managed to disappoint me all over again. When I finally decided to give you a chance, you left for a 725-day honeymoon. What kind of honeymoon even lasts that long? At some point, I stopped making excuses for you. I came to terms with the truth, you simply don’t want to be around me.

I dragged my suitcase out the door, taking one last look at the place I once called home. Three years of mating. Three years of trust. Three years of love. All of it was a lie. "Ma'am, we should go," the driver said softly. I nodded and got into the car. The engine started, and the car pulled away from the Blackwood territory. Sitting in the back seat, I closed my eyes. I reached for the toxic, frayed thread of our bond... and with one final act of will, I severed it myself. For the first time in three years, I was truly free.

I state. “He would not have allowed you to.” Jackson rocks me back and forth. “He would have watched you as you wrote or talked. That’s if he didn’t fight with you until you decided it would be easier not to even try.” I don’t deserve my friends. I abandoned them for two years. I gave up on them, but they never gave up on me. After several long moments, I withdraw from his arms. I need to change the topic. We need to move on, or we will never sleep.