You Abandoned Me Novels & Stories

Victoria started posting dramatically on social media: "True mates don't abandon each other... Some females don't deserve their mate bonds... A warrior needs a supportive mate..." Alexander's pack status was plummeting. Other warriors mocked him openly. What kind of warrior lived off his mate's money while buying gifts for another female? I let myself relax, enjoying the mountain spa and room service. Since mating with Alexander, I'd been working sixty-hour weeks between therapy clients and caring for his family. I'd never felt this free. From now on, I lived for myself alone. After two weeks of luxury, an unfamiliar mind-link reached me. I barely acknowledged it before Alexander's furious v

But the reality of my situation still weighed heavily upon me, and I continued to spill my heartache. "The only parent I ever had, even he has left me," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. The pain of abandonment, the sense of being unwanted, overwhelmed me like a tidal wave. He couldn't fully comprehend the depth of my pain, but he could feel it resonating within me. With a mix of sympathy and determination, he offered a solution. "Come with me," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and protection. "Let me take you to my penthouse, away from this haunted house."

"Everything will be fine, you can do it" That old man was my father, the person I most needed in the world, the only one who took care of my back until the end, The reason for my existence. And he had abandoned me, for the first time in my life. He abandoned me, but neither he nor I could do anything. “Dad, you left me alone, do you know how much it hurt to see you go? How much do I miss you?"

"Kings, at any point did you think Nathan abandoned you?" Scoffing, I say "Growing up, I didn't really have people, it was just Nathaniel and Danielle, but then, He left, couple years later, so did Danielle -- in a way, thanks to me --, so of course, I felt abandoned, coupled with that, I was basically non existent to Mother and Father, so yeah, I definitely felt abandoned." She writes, faces me "Can we talk about Cade Manchester?" I freeze "What? Why?"

It was a silence that deepened the gap between us, leaving me alone with the weight of rejection. I stood there, defeated and abandoned, realizing the magnitude of my mistakes. The weight of the coming eviction pressed on me as I retreated to my room. I grappled with the harsh reality that my own actions had destroyed the lifelines of support around me, including Mom, whom I never expected would turn her back on me. Unmoved, she had uttered her painful truth – there was nothing she could do to help me. The bridge between us had crumbled, and I was now alone, abandoned by the very people I thought would stand by me always.

“Are you done?“ Kayden furrowed his brow. “What?“ “I asked if you were done venting because if you were—then, it's my turn“ I say. “I know you're hurting but I never abandoned you. Neither did I turn my back on anyone. I was always within reach yet mother no one reached out to me. Not you and especially not ever our own mother“

"You're her husband! Heck, you're the leader of the mountain-climbing squad! Are you not planning to save her?" Gerard merely tuned out my parents' wails and accusations. Instead, he turned on his heel and left the tent. To him, this was probably just a part of the act. I could only watch as my parents gripped the missing people's list tightly. They sobbed as they clutched their chests. Mom's rough hand kept caressing my name, which was completely stained by her tears. Unfortunately, my soul was bound to Gerard. I couldn't even hug my parents at all. All I could do was watch the tent disappear inch and inch before my eyes.

Anguish colored her words as she grappled with the feeling of abandonment. Placing a hand on her stomach, Sarah's expression softened with a mixture of love and worry. "He doesn't even care about me," she whispered, a sense of vulnerability seeping into her voice. "He put me in this state, and now he has abandoned me." Her words echoed through the empty rooms, a poignant reminder of her pain and longing for reassurance.

Abandoned. And then, in that dark, suffocating moment, realization dawned on me. I had been discarded. No more secrets, no more lies: just me, alone in this hell. The tears I had longed to shed refused to come, leaving only the bitter taste of defeat in my mouth.

Before he abandoned me to glorify her instead. I think of his voice. Of his "you're dramatizing," "you're too sensitive," "you're exaggerating, Gracias." I think of the first time he left me alone one evening, without warning, without apology. And me, who waited for him. Lukewarm soup in my hands. A movie already started. A life slowly fraying, that I refused to watch die. I still love him. Fuck, I love him. I love him the way one loves what destroyed us, because it's all we've ever known.