Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 134

“I put Amara to bed, you need anything before I retire?” Kelvin asks Leila later that evening as she fiddles with her laptop in her room.

Leila turns to him with a sullen look in her eyes.

Ever since she tossed that paper out of the car, all she can feel is rage, five long years gone but her anger is still as palpable as the day she rejected Tatum and jumped off that cliff.

She hates him, she hates both of them and she doesn’t wish them well in their so-called marriage.

What even took them five years, she expected them to have multiple kids by now.

She knows Kelvin anonymously brought it to her attention as a way of asking if she has moved on without them having to talk about it but the bitterness and anger coursing through her is unbearable.

Remembering how much she fought to stay by Tatum’s side, only for it to mean nothing in the end breaks her.

If she did not have Kelvin by her side, encouraging and helping her, especially in the early months after she left, she would have died from the heartbreak.

It was so bad she would sit for hours, crying and wishing that Tatum would come to her, apologise to her, take her home and keep her by his side.

She held that hope and lived like that for years but slowly yet surely, she learnt to live without Tatum again and she did not expect that the news of his engagement would uproot such pain and bitter feelings from her.

“Thank you,” she says weakly to Kelvin, her eyes glistening with tears but Kelvin doesn’t notice it at first.

“For what?” He replies, squinting at her.

“For– For everything,” Leila replies, breaking into a soft sob and Kelvin quickly wraps his arms around her in a soothing hug, not needing to ask what has her in such a state.

He gently rubs down her hair, speaking to her in a soft tone. “It’s okay, you’re okay, just let it out…”

The rogues that attacked her father and Trent all had the tattoo of a broken half moon on their face, that much was recorded in her mother’s testimony before the rest was scribbled off.

She has been trying to find a rogue faction with such a distinct tattoo for its members to look deeper into her father’s death, to have evidence that he was really murdered by Trent.

“When we do find these guys, what next?” Kelvin asks, leaning against her desk, crossing one ankle over the other and looking straight into her eyes.

Leila peers up at him, a conflicted look in her eyes. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

The logical thing to do would be to return to the Blood Oak pack to bring her father’s killer to justice but she cannot go there, that would mean seeing Tatum and it’s the last thing on earth that she wants to do.

She was willing to sacrifice anything and everything to be with him, even her wolf and her fated mate but he turned out to be her fated mate and yet her sacrifice meant nothing to him.

What a sad irony.