Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Chapter 69 

Standing before me, Axton’s silence reverberated/loudly in the tense space between us. 

His eyes held a hint of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty that mirrored the tumultuous storm raging inside me. Despite revealing my deepest insecurities and fears, his silence resonated loudly, a constant reminder of the doubts that tortured me. 

“Yeah,” With a bitter mutter, 

r, my voice conveyed a sense of resignation. “In hindsight, I should have seen this coming.” 

As I looked into Axton’s eyes, the absence of words spoke louder than any verbal confirmation, solidifying my worst fears and doubts. Even as the words left my lips, a tiny spark of optimism whispered that he might surprise me, shattering my doubts. 

A look of surprise crossed Axton’s face, his brow furrowing and his eyes widening in disbelief. I pushed him away, my trembling hands revealing the mix of anger and hurt I felt. As he started to speak, linterrupted him abruptly with a piercing glare, my words filled with bitterness. 

“Chesnut, wait-” 

“No, Axton,” Frustration tinged my voice as I spat, the bitterness evident in my tone. “I’m done being someone’s secret, someone’s mistake. I won’t allow myself to be in that state again, not when I’ve only just managed to piece my broken heart back together.” 

As Axton looked at me, his gaze felt heavy and intense, a combination of regret and longing etched onto his face. His eyes begged me to change my mind, but I knew I couldn’t let myself be influenced by his insincere promises and shallow apologies. 

The door closed with a resounding thud, filling the room with an air of certainty as I shut out Axton and left behind the suffocating weight of my doubts 

and insecurities. 

Leaning heavily against the door, I let out a shuddering breath, the heavy air carrying the weight of my shattered dreams and broken hopes. 

My hands trembled as I sank to my knees, the icy touch of the wooden floor stinging my skin as I hugged my knees tightly, seeking solace within myself. My cheeks were drenched with tears, flowing silently like torrents, as the taste of salty despair mixed with the lingering bitterness of betrayal on my 

tongue. 

Why did I even think this time would bring anything other than the same old outcome? Why did I foolishly convince myself that I was unique, deserving of love and tenderness? I was only seen as an object, a fucking hole, for these Alpha individuals, a disposable entity to be taken advantage of and discarded as they saw fit. 

The echoes of Axton’s silence reverberated in my mind, filling me with an overwhelming sense of anguish that threatened to consume me. I had vulnerably exposed my innermost thoughts and feelings to him, seeking solace and understanding, but he responded with a complete lack of interest and empathy. 

A bitter laugh escaped my lips, filling the silent cabin with its hollowness, as I hastily wiped away the tears that had left their mark on my cheeks, my rough hand grazing against my skin. I realized the foolishness of my past, how I had been deceived by the illusion of love and held onto the fleeting hope of happiness in a world tainted by pain and betrayal. 

Once I had finally regained my composure and let out all my pent–up emotions through tears, I stood up feeling physically drained and emotionally weighed down. I made my way to the bathroom, my hands trembling with anticipation as I yearned for the comforting sensation of a long, hot shower. 

As I stood under the shower, the cascading water felt like a gentle rain, providing a comforting touch that eased my frayed nerves and washed away the remnants of my tears. Standing beneath the shower, I closed my eyes, allowing the warm water to wash away the stress of the day. 

With each passing moment, I vigorously scrubbed my skin, desperately trying to cleanse myself of the lingering stains of betrayal and the haunting that seemed to cling to me relentlessly, As I vigorously scrubbed, the ache in my heart grew more pronounced, but I found solace in the pain, knowing Symbolized my ability to persevere. 

Before long, the water started to cool down, serving as a reminder that my time in it was coming to an end. I reluctantly burned off the 

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behind the soothing sound of running water, and stepped out of the shower, instantly feeling the chill of the bathroom air on my wet skin. 

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As I dressed in silence, I meticulously picked out my clothes, savoring the way each fabric felt against my skin, creating a barrier between me and the world. The familiar sound of the brush gliding through my hair created a soothing rhythm as I combed. 

With a heavy heart. I made my way to the kitchen, the weight of my burdens dragging at my footsteps. The dishes from earlier were left abandoned on the table, a somber reminder of our unfinished meals before our fight erupted. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Without uttering a single word, I immediately got down to work, my hands moving skillfully and swiftly as 1 meticulously washed each dish. The water was scalding hot, but I welcomed the pain as a distraction from the ache in my heart. 

As I scrubbed and rinsed, the sound of the water hitting the sink filled the silence, but my mind was elsewhere, reliving the painful events of the day. The kitchen was filled with a heavy silence, amplifying the echoes of my thoughts, each one a sharp stab to my heart. 

With the last dish returned to its proper place, I stepped back and examined the result of my efforts. Once more, the kitchen gleamed with cleanliness and everything was neatly arranged. 

With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the sink and trudged towards the living room, the weariness in my bones making each movement slow and labored. 1 flopped onto the couch, granting myself a well–deserved break, finding solace in the room’s tranquil hush that enveloped me like a warm 

No matter how hard I try, sleep cludes me. I toss and turn, and even with my eyes tightly closed, I am still wide awake, unable to fall asleep. Pushing myself up, I lean against the couch, feeling its soft cushions against my back, and wrap my arms around myself, seeking comfort 

Leaning my head backwards, I fix my gaze on the ceiling above me. 

“Fuck 

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