Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Through heavy eyes and a vision blurred with tears, Leila stuffs yet another dress into her box. Once she gives Tatung the divorce papers and he breaks her wrist, she will return to the house, get her stuff and leave the pack forever Her life here is over and if she stays, the mockery, humiliation and ridicule that will follow her everywhere will only sink her into depression.

She shuts the second full box and sighs deeply, her eyelids falling in exhaustion but she cannot stop. When did her closet become so full? She has no idea. She has never bought a dress for herself since she married Tatum, he does everything for her and he does it to an extreme.

How can a man show a woman so much care and yet have no iota of feeling for her in his heart?

Another wretched sob escapes Leila and she snifts, reaching inside the closet, her fingers clamping around the fabric of a shiny red dress but she finds it hard to take it out, she stares at it, tears freely flowing down her eyes, her heart pounding wild, barraged with a rush of different emotions,

This dress-Tatum's gift to her on her birthday last year, the dress she was wearing when he first made love to her, when he made her a woman, a night that ignited the last of her deep seated feelings for him, the night she started to believe, that maybe, just maybe they could have a life together.

first year of their marriage, they were basically just friends, sleeping in different rooms, only intimate in public but that night, Tatum had gone heavy on the drinking during the celebrations, he was in a

into his bed but he pulled her

your lips taste like?" He said. "Can I kiss you? I really want

core, stoking a strong and illicit desire in her heart but it wasn't just

response, her first kiss, her first time, both given to the

her beautiful

the rest of the things she intends to burn

and she gasps in shock, seeing Clayton standing there with two other warriors behind him,

asks, glaring at him with confusion etched in her

the head warrior of the

to take you in," Clayton replies coldly, stretching a small piece of

him, her heart rate spiking. She glances through the paper but only the words written in