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Chapter Fourty-eight (SPECIAL CHAPTER!!!)
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2024-11-17 18:01:06Lara Michaela's POV
The world tilted on its axis that day. I was eight, a carefree child oblivious to the secrets hidden beneath the surface of my life. It was during one of those ordinary evenings, as I sat nestled in the corner of the living room, that I overheard my parents' hushed conversation. Their voices, usually filled with laughter and warmth, were laced with a strange tension. I strained to catch their words, a sense of unease creeping into my young heart."It's just...she's been acting differently lately," my mother said, her voice tinged with worry. "I think she's starting to notice.""We can't keep it from her forever," my father replied, his voice heavy with a weight I couldn't comprehend. "But we need to find the right time, the right way to tell her."The word "her" pierced through the fog of my confusion. It was me they were talking about. But what were they hiding? My mind raced, desperately trying to piece together the fragmenRelated chapters
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"We should move in together after you graduate," Laxus mentioned as we gazed at the starry sky."That's your idea of a proposal?" I teased, causing him to turn his gaze towards me intently. I averted my eyes, attempting to conceal my thoughts."You could interpret it that way," he responded, prompting me to meet his gaze. "Just kidding!" he quickly added, playfully patting my head.Having been together for four years, Laxus had already established himself at the company, while I was wrapping up my final year of undergraduate studies."Are you certain about that?" I inquired, masking any hint of apprehension."About what?" he probed, his glance lingering on me from the corner of his eye."About us living together," I replied, meeting his gaze."Yes! I'd love to share a home with you," he affirmed, to which I nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's do it!" I replied, eliciting a smile from him.Drawing closer, he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. After weeks of meticulous preparation,
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"Ugh!" I groaned, massaging my temples. Why do I always wake up with a splitting headache? I sat on my bed, replaying the events of last week. I had run into Laxus at his birthday party, and he had expressed a desire to get back together. While I still harbored feelings for him, I couldn't get past the betrayal of his infidelity.I had given him my all. I loved him to the best of my abilities, the way I believed he deserved. But what did I receive in return? Treachery?Thoughts of Laxus intensified my headache, so I attempted to calm myself. As I rose from my bed, a wave of nausea washed over me. I rushed to the bathroom and emptied my stomach, groaning at the unpleasant experience.After brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face, I returned to my bed, only to be interrupted by the opening of the door. Tyler walked in."Are you alright?" he inquired, prompting me to roll my eyes."Do I look alright to you?" I retorted, to which he simply smirked."You look terrible!" he remarke
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"You think I'd let you get me pregnant?" I spat, the words laced with sarcasm. His eyes, cold and hard, locked on me."Why? We're still married—""Not anymore!" I cut him off, my voice sharp, and turned away.He reached out, his hand catching my arm as I reached the store door. I yanked it free, fury coursing through me."This is the last time we'll meet," I said, my voice shaking with barely contained emotion. I left him standing there and climbed into my car, my heart pounding like a drum solo. What a coincidence, what a freaking nightmare.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm inside. Taking a deep breath, I started the engine and drove back to our house.
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My head throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in time with the lingering remnants of a bizarre dream. In the dream, Laxus had been standing in my room, his presence as real as the air I breathed. I jolted upright, my eyes scanning the room, searching for any trace of him. Finding nothing, I let out a shaky breath of relief."Thank God," I muttered, pressing my fingertips against my throbbing temples. "How did I get here?" The question hung in the air, unanswered. I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but my memory was a blank slate. Maybe I'd had too much to drink, I thought, shrugging off the nagging feeling of unease.I went to the bathroom, needing a hot shower to wash away the lingering fog of confusio
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"You... you slept here?" Tyler's voice was a tight whisper, his eyes wide with surprise as he stared at Laxus. Laxus, caught off guard, stammered, "Yeah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."My gaze darted between them, confusion swirling within me. "Why are you apologizing?" I whispered to Laxus, my voice barely audible. He turned to me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "I should apologize to your brother," he mumbled, his gaze dropping.I couldn't help but smirk. "You don't need to apologize. It's fine. You're still married to my sister," Tyler said, his gaze shifting to me. He gave a quick nod, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I should go now. Have fun!" And with that, he disappeared out the door.I rubbed my temples, the tension building in my head. "You can leave now," I told Laxus, trying to keep my voice steady. "Sorry for what happened last night." His presence felt heavy, and I desperately wanted him gone.But he didn't move. "W
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