Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 30

Despite the bitterness churning in Leila's heart, she puts a placid smile on her face.

"Well, you have always been excellent at everything, Carry on," Lella replies, turning to leave.

Carmela is not half the cook she is, but growing up, Carmela would throw a tantrum and not talk to Leila for days if Leila bested her at anything, whether it was sports, cooking or even academics.

Leila was raised to be humble, not to care much for accolades and to put others first, so she would deliberately falter her efforts, sometimes even secretly helping Carmela out so Carmela would come on top. As long as her best friend was happy, Leila was happy, nothing else mattered.

"Oh don't leave, I was hoping we could have breakfast together, the three of us," Carmela holds Leila back, glancing at Tatum.

"I have some more errands to run, I'll join you for dinner maybe," Leila replies, gently holding Carmela's hand that is holding her elbow and giving her a small smile.

And just like yesterday, Leila suddenly spaces out, staring at Carmela's bare and smooth arm.

Why does she have no scar?

Leila glances at the identical scar she and Carmela got on their wrists from ten years ago.

and

has that scar, even after all these years but her arm that was torn

"Carmi, your arm-"1

going to get burnt," Carmela shrieks, pulling her hand away from Leila and scurrying

is not right or did she hit her head too

swinging her fingers in pain. She

Carmela, taking her hands in his, blowing air over

and attention to Carmela in front

bear it, they were just friends, her feelings were hidden, but now, Tatum is her husband and her feelings for

""Here."

wearing the gloves to pull out the grilling pan from the oven but immediately the smell of the grilled chicken wafts into her nose, she feels nauseous and immediately retches over the chicken. Carmela screams in horror and Tatum frowns while Leila freezes in shock,

for what just happened. Even her cannot explain it, the smell

pouring down her angry face. "If you don't want me cooking

cold voice makes her heart pound, his emotionless and icy grey eyes sending a chill

night, I wanted everything to be perfect, for us to have breakfast together just like in the p-"

her heart is truly feeling. She takes off the gloves and backs away, knowing nothing