Chapter 3: shattered
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Andrew’s gaze stayed fixed, unmoved by my tears.
No flicker of emotion, no hesitation, and no remorse.
Only disgust towards me…
The words hung in the air between us, like a final blow that failed to land.
"Andrew… I am pregnant.
The moment the word left my lips, the world stood still.
Andrew's fiancée froze, her fingers tightening around her bouquet and nails pressing against the delicate petals, her eyes darting between us with a sharp, assessing glare.
Andrew didn't react the way I had hoped.
Instead—
He mocked.
"He laughed mockingly, a humorless smile that sent chills down my spine."
"And how is that any of my business, huh?"
"His tone was cold and hurtful, destroying any remaining hope I had left.
He wasn't bothered. He just thought it was funny and didn't care."
His fiancée rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, as though she was completely unimpressed by what she was seeing.
I sucked in a shaky breath, feeling overwhelmed , searching for the man I once loved—**but he wasn’t there.**.
Only this version of him is before me , cold, calculated, and totally done with me.
"Take her away from here," he instructed, his voice bored and unconcerned. "She’s trying to ruin my wedding."
His wedding.
Did he just say his wedding? This was meant to be our wedding.
His perfect life, without me.
The guards didn’t hesitate for a minute.
They grabbed my arms, pushing me forward roughly, like I was nothing.
At this point, the wedding guest had come out as a result of the chaos happening.
I could hear people whispering and murmuring behind me, but I didn’t turn around.
I staggered, struggling to breathe, but no one cared.
No one stopped them.
I was nothing.
I let them drag me toward the grand doors, their grip firm, their expressions blank.
And for the first time, I truly understood what it meant to be abandoned.
I was nothing to Andrew….
************
I don’t remember how I got into my car.
But when I did, I could barely remember gripping the steering wheel; my fingers were shaky from being cold and sweaty.
I was crying so hard that I couldn't see so clearly. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision, and my chest tightened so much that I thought I would choke on my own grief.
I had nothing.
Nothing left.
I lost my hope, my money, and my trust.
For the first time, I felt like a nobody.
My entire world had been ripped apart and shredded by the person I had trusted the most.
Andrew had broken me into a million pieces, and there was no one left to put me back together.
I was shaking so badly that I could not turn the ignition and could barely hear the engine hum.
I just needed to drive.
I didn’t know where I was going.
I didn’t know if there was anywhere left to go.
I pressed down on the accelerator, my feet heavy, my thoughts racing in my head—
A name flashed on my phone screen.
Bianca.
I did not hesitate for a second; it was almost as if I was waiting for her call.
I barely moved before answering, my voice shaking as I put it on speaker.
"Amara? Are you okay? Bianca asked, her voice laced with concern.
I should have lied.
I should have said something to ease her worry; I should have pretended for her sake.
Even if it was a white lie.
But the truth had already destroyed me completely, and I could not find the strength to pretend.
"I'm ruined," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm ruined, Bianca."
Bianca sucked in a sharp, painful breath.
Amara, listen to me—**please**. Tell me where you are. Right now. Do not hang up. You hear me? I will come get you.
I shook my head, despite the fact that she could not see me.
“It doesn’t matter.”
"Of course, it matters!" She said urgently, her voice filled with desperation , like she could feel me slipping away from her. "Talk to me, Amara." Please—just talk to me."
I swallowed hard, my throat sore and burning from the weight of the words I would never have spoken aloud before.
“I gave him everything, Bianca.”
The truth hit so hard, so painful and cruel.
"I had nothing before him. Nobody before him."
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
My mom abandoned me as a kid. As for my father, I never even met him.
I breathed out unsteadily, memories surfacing like ghosts, haunting me at the moment.
I loved Andrew because he was the first person to make me feel loved.
I clung to him desperately because I had never had anyone to hold onto before.
The first person to stay
The first person who I thought would never leave me.
And now—
He was gone too.
All my savings—**gone.**
My future—**gone.**
Bianca paid attention to what I had to say without interrupting.
The idea of having to start over from scratch, alone, was too much to bear.
Bianca's voice was softer now, as if she was afraid to say anything that would break me even more.**.
"Amara… You are so much better off without him. Please believe me."
I let out a weak, broken laugh.
She didn’t understand.
She had never been rejected before, discarded like that—**thrown away like nothing**.
“I love you, Bianca,” I whispered, my voice barely holding it together.
"And tell my grandma… tell her I love her too"."
Bianca took a sharp breath.
"Amara, no, listen to me"—"
But I had already ended the call.
I had already made my choice.
**********
### The Train Station
I drove down to the train station and was unsure why I stopped there.
All I knew was that it was dark now, and an unsettling stillness gripped the empty street, as if the world itself had come to a standstill.
The train station loomed ahead, the tracks stretching out into the distance—**silent, waiting.**
I stepped onto the tracks, arms spread apart, and my breath came in slowly but steadily.
I closed my eyes so tight.
I wasn’t afraid.
I just wanted the pain to stop.
"I felt the train's rumble beneath my feet, the wind slapping my skin as it roared closer, almost here, just seconds away."
Faster.
Closer.
And then—
I felt a strong pull. **
Pulling back with a forceful, undeniable grip, yanking me back, knocking the breath out of me.
I stumbled and fell against someone as I gasped for air.
A low, urgent voice, filled with something I could not yet understand….
"What the hell are you doing?"
I turned around—
And froze in shock.
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