Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 113

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“I swear on our baby, I was only helping her because she’s dying, Karissa,” I spoke, my voice heavy with desperation. “She had it worse these past years, and there’s no one to be there for her. I know it sounds fucked up, but she fainted when I was over at her place, thinking she was pregnant.” I sighed, my words tumbling out in a rush as I tried to clarify, to explain, to make Karissa understand

I continued, hoping to convey the gravity of the situation, “The doctor Informed me that she has a bad kidney and she needs to see a specialist, possibly even a transplant.” Karissa’s gaze remained fixed on me, her expression a mask of blankness, giving away nothing. I searched her face, desperate for some sign of understanding, of empathy, but there was none.

“I was just helping her,” I muttered, the words feeling thick and heavy in my throat

She spoke in a quiet, measured tone, “As I said, it’s not my business anymore.” She looked away, and I felt a pang of sadness. But then she added, “But I do believe that you’re just helping her.” I felt a surge of rellet wash over me, and I had to fight to keep my emotions in check. I didn’t want her thinking I was getting together with Rose, not again. That mistake had already cost me everything, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Karissa’s trust forever.

“How?” I asked, my voice hoarse, as I struggled to comprehend why Karissa would trust me now, after all the times I

had deceived her.

“Because there’s no point for you to lie anymore,” she shrugged with resignation. “And it wouldn’t matter to me if you did.” Her words firm comes out heavier helping the fact that I had lost her trust, and possibly, her love.

“Since we don’t have…” Karissa’s voice trailed off, and she paused, as it collecting herself before continuing. “A baby binding us, there’s no need for you to keep appearing in my life and making it more harder than it already is.” Her words were like a slow–moving arrows, each one crashing into me with devastating force. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out as I watched her turn to leave. It’s happening, I thought, my mind wobbling in horror. She’s leaving me. The conclusiveness of it was throttling and I felt like I was choking on my own emotions,

‘Have a good life, Keith,” she bid, her voice devoid of emotion, as she picked up the hamper I had brought. It was a small but significant comfort in this nightmare of am moment that she was keeping my gift. But it was a meager solace, lost in the overwhelming pain of watching her walk away from me.

“Deckard,” she called out, her voice soft, as she turned to leave. Deckard hurried over, his face painted with concern as he gently helped Karissa into the wheelchair.

1 helplessly watched Karissa disappear into the distance, surrounded by the comforting presence of Deckard, I felt my eyes sting. I hastily wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in the face of overwhelming breakdown

But it was no use. The pain was too much to bear. It felt as though the very doors of heaven were slamming shut, leaving me to suffocate in the scorching darkness of hell. The light that had once guided me, the love that had once warmed my heart, was fading fast, leaving me with nothing but an endless expanse of shadows and regret.

I chose to walked back home finding the idea of breathing in cab difficult. I trudged through the front door of my house, my legs trembling beneath me. My eyes drifted to my phone, where a text from my boss glared at me for the looming deadline for the big job ahead. Maggi’s words of disapproval echoed in my mind; she had helped me pack, but couldn’t understand why I was working, despite my fragile state. But I knew I needed the distraction, the escape. Without it, I’d be swallowed by the darkness that had taken up residence in my heart.

That night, as I lay in bed, my stomach churned with the dinner I’d thrown up, the taste of soup and vegetable rice a painful reminder of Karissa’s love for those simple things. I gazed out the window, the darkness outside mirroring the desolation within me. Perhaps, I thought, the morning would bring some semblance of light to the world outside, but for me, the darkness of this loneliness had become a constant curse that I couldn’t escape.

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