Bonds

Chapter 106

-Maya’s POV-

My mind went blank. Everything, the room, the unanswered questions about the break–in, the fear for the twins, all of it just… faded. My body froze in place, stuck in a single moment, unable to react. “What…?” The word escaped my lips in a choked whisper, barely audible even In the silence of the room. He couldn’t be serious. Not now. Not when my world was already crumbling around me, each piece of my carefully constructed life falling away like dust.

He stared back at me, his own eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored the cold dread blooming in my gut. “I have tried, Amaya,” he said, his voice thick with what sounded like genuine pain. “I really have. But it seems like no matter what I do, it will never be enough.” His words were punctuated by a ragged sigh, a sound of defeat that echoed the one building in my own chest.

“Enough for what?” I wanted to ask, the question burning a hole in my throat. But the words wouldn’t come. My brain, usually quick and sharp, felt sluggish, stuck processing the sheer impossibility of what he was saying.

“For you to let him go,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “It’s tiring, Amaya. It’s exhausting, constantly feeling like I’m competing with a ghost but it is worse than that because he is constantly there.” He winced as if the words themselves caused him physical pain.

“I hate that I’m doing this now,” he mumbled, trailing off. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please stop crying,” he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly.

I hadn’t even realized the tears were already streaming down my face, hot and silent tracks etching themselves down my cheeks. Suddenly, the image of my life without him slammed into me, a terrifying vision of empty spaces and echoing silence. Ivan had become a constant, a presence so woven into the fabric of my daily life that I couldn’t imagine it unraveled.

What would I do if he wasn’t there anymore?

How would the twins take it, these little people who had come to love him as their dad, even if he wasn’t their biological father?

The thought sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through me.

“Please,” I found myself saying, the word a weak plea escaping my lips. It was the only thing I could process in the face of this overwhelming emotional storm. “Please don’t do this to me. Please, I’m begging you.”

I spoke them, but they were all I had. Didn’t he see how much pain he was causing me? Here I was again,

hurting me, Amaya,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “I know I’m not perfect, nobody is. But I’ve

Pive.

you let Alex go?” he asked, his voice laced with a frustration that

him go? The

slightly in frustration. “I let down my walls for you, Amaya. I believed

hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the vulnerability he’d shown me, the trust he’d placed in my hands. And here I was, failing

pained whisper. “Why? I thought we could move past it, build something new together.

through the blurry haze of my own

gotten to this point? How had we, two people who cared about

stretched, a chasm opening wider

voice, a mere rasp, cut through the oppressive silence. “Do

me to the spot like a deer caught

thick and impossible to breathe. “… I don’t know,” I stammered, the words a pathetic croak against the crushing silence. The truth was a tangled mess, a knot of unresolved feelings and

until the echo drowned out the doubts gnawing at the edges of my sanity.

despair replacing the raw pain that had been etched there moments before. He shook his head slowly,

it, the final nail hammered into the coffin of our relationship? Panic clawed at my insides, a frantic need to reach out, to grab him before he walked away and took a piece of

part of him was hoping

insecurities. How could I confess the truth, the messy reality of emotions! didn’t fully understand, when my silence had

away. His hand grasped the doorknob, the familiar click echoing in the

things out, and figure out a way to finalize the end of things, I think it’s best

me. But the undercurrent of