Bestfriend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby (Kelly and Pierce) novel Chapter 103

The Scar It Left 

Klay’s POV 

I was intently watching Kelly lying on the sun lounger. She’s wearing sunglasses but from the corner, I could see her eyes. It was empty and sad. She’s always aggressive whenever I try to talk to her about forgiveness but her eyes were always the opposite. It was lifeless and angry. 

“Sir, the doctor isn’t finished yet…” 

I clenched my jaws and ignored my then who tried to stop me. I pulled myself up, enduring the pain of my wound as I decided to approach Kelly. 

I stood beside the sun lounger and stared at her face. She’s under the shade of an umbrella, but the sun is still so hot and her skin might get burned. 

I 

“I can put some sunblock on you,” I said as I glanced at the sunblock beside her. 

She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed her orange juice and sipped on it without throwing a single glance at me. She completely ignored me. Like a wind, easily ignored when calm but will be paid attention when aggressive, 

I feel miserable too. Keeping her here while she’s treating me like this isn’t easy. I want to make up for my mistakes. I want to earn her trust again. I fcking want to be with her again because those months with her …I feel so alive and I’m serious when I said she’s the only one who can keep me sane because I lost my mind in the past five years without her. 

I clenched my jaws and sucked my breath. One of my men brought a sun lounger for me and as soon as 1 sat on it, Kelly pulled herself up and walked towards the sea. 

Squeezing my eyes closed, I balled my fists. I can’t endure this anymore but if I force her she’ll hate me 

even more. 

I looked at the sea and watched her swimming. I stayed for almost 15 minutes but she didn’t come back I guess she won’t come out of the water if I stay here. So I decided to leave. As I walked away, I looked back and saw her walking back to the sun lounger. 

A bitter smile crept on my lips. I will never give up even if you do this everyday, Kelly. Never! 

***Kelly’s POV 

I decided to cook, unable to bear the sadness and boredom. I had to scare off the chef who tried to stop me. I’m alone here in the kitchen and while I’m cutting some meat, I remembered my daughter again. 

Swallowing hard, I tried to get her off of my mind. I’m so worried about her. I’m dying to see her again. I don’t think I’d last a week without seeing my daughter. I’d go crazy. 

I continued cutting meat until I accidentally hurt myself because I was distracted and frustrated with what’s happening in my life. 

*Kelly!” 

Tears streamed down my face not because of the pain of the wound but because I couldn’t bear the sadness and anger anymore. 

Klay held my hand and tried to pull me towards the sink to wash my wound when I angrily pushed him away and glared at him. 

He shook his head as his eyes softened and darted at my bleeding finger. “You’re bleeding…” 

The Sear Len 

I walked towards the sink and washed my finger. The bleeding hasn’t stopped yet but I don’t care. This blood is nothing compared to the hellish life I’ve been through. 

“Kelly, let me help you-” 

7 don’t need your help.” I growled at him as I shot him cold glares.. 

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “The bleeding won’t stop-” 

“I can see it,” I cut him off again. “I’m not blind.” 

T’ll just get the first aid-” 

“I SAID I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” 

He wasn’t shocked but he froze in his place because of my shout. He looked at me with pain visible in his eyes but I just looked at him coldly. 

I turned my back on him and angrily grabbed the first aid box. I sat on the stool and opened the box but he attempted to help so I pulled myself up and attempted to leave when he immediately stepped back, raising his arms 

“I–I won’t…interfere anymore.” 

I gritted my teeth and sat on the stool again. I cleaned the wound and put a wound plaster before! put the first aid box back. I proceeded to do what I’m doing before I hurt my finger. Klay didn’t leave but he was standing by the kitchen entrance, watching me intently. 

“I–I never intended to hurt you…” 

I didn’t move. I don’t care. He hurt me eventually and I won’t forgive him. 

“I admit I wanted to use you but my feelings for you intensified….I refuse to use you anymore. I want you.. to love me…and see me as a man you can trust. because you made me realize so many things in life. You made me feel loved. You taught me how love really works.. 

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed some vegetables. 

“-I don’t wanna hurt you, Kelly. God knows…” 

I angrily dropped the knife and held onto the counter. A sarcastic smile plastered on my lips as I stared at the vegetables in front of my eyes. 

“God…” I laughed without humor….knows?” 

Slow y, I lifted my face and looked him in the eyes. “You still think you have the right to say that word after what you’ve done?” 

He looked down, guilty. “I want a second chance…with you.” 

“You want a second chance? Guess what? You don’t deserve a second chance.” 

He looked at me again. His eyes were begging. I don’t care. Even if he cries blood, I won’t care. If he wants a second chance, he could do this without taking me away from the person I dearly loved. He separated me from my daughter and he wants a second chance? 

“What do I need to do to deserve it?” 

I looked down and started cutting vegetables, ignoring him again. I felt him walking towards me but I didn’t throw him a single glance. 

“Tell me what should I do, Kelly. Tell me how I can make you forgive me. Tell me how I can make you lové me again…” 

The desperation in his voice was very audible. I want to forgive. I don’t wanna live in hatred either. I badly want to just forget everything that happened but my heart couldn’t let it slide. I was heavily wounded and I couldn’t forget the fear, the desperation and pain that night I ran away from him…for my baby’s life. 

I 

The sacrifices, the hard life I’ve been through..hiding from him. I couldn’t forget it. It’s carved in my heart and it couldn’t be erased anymore. 

“Kelly, tell me what I should do…” 

I 

“Die,” I said lifelessly and looked him in the eyes with so much hatred. “Who knows? I might forgive you if 

I 

you die.”