The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 155

Side Story 10-1

Aria

After hours of panicking in the living room I took my phone immediately, hands shaking so badly almost dropped it. I dialed Owen’s number for the hundredth of times, pressing it against my ear like my life depended on hearing his voice. But it didn’t go through, it was like it was never there. I tried again. And again. And again. Each time it didn’t go through, something inside me sank deeper until the pressure in my chest felt like a weight dragging me down.

My parents were hovering behind me, exchanging worried glances, but none of their concern could pierce through the panic building inside me. If he didn’t pick up… if he didn’t say something… if he didn’t tell me this was a joke or a misunderstanding, then I was going straight to the Alpha’s mansion to demand answers. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

The front door burst open, slamming into the wall as Suzy rushed in like she had run all the way from town. Her face was blotchy, her breathing uneven. Everything about her screamed urgency, but I couldn’t see her clearly. My mind was fogged.

“Aria, I saw-” she started, voice trembling.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I cut in sharply, shaking my head so hard my vision blurred. “It’s a rumor. I know it is.” I said it with certainty I didn’t feel-but she only stared at me with wet eyes and shook

her head.

“Aria… I called Benson. It’s true,” she whispered, like she was afraid the words themselves might

break me.

Oh Benson, If Owen wouldn’t pick up, then yes… Benson. He always answered.

I grabbed my phone again with trembling fingers and dialed him. He picked up on the first ring as if he had been holding the phone in his hand, waiting.

“Aria… how are you holding up?” he breathed, voice tight. “I swear if I see that bastard I’ll punch

him.”

My heart stopped. “Tell me it’s not true… please,” I begged, clinging to that one thin thread of hope.

Silence. A long, suffocating silence in which I didn’t breathe at all. Then his voice came again, low, defeated, almost apologetic.

“It’s true. He’s married. He did so last night.”

The phone slid out of my hand before I even realized I’d let go. It hit the floor with a loud crack, the screen shattering into pieces just like I felt my heart shatter inside me.

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My father stepped closer, placing his hands gently on my shoulders. “Aria… I understand, baby.

But he didn’t.

Cla

He didn’t understand that Owen hadn’t just broken my heart-he had shattered my mind, my soul,

every part of me I had ever shared with him.

I just stood there, staring ahead, frozen. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even cry. All the voices around me-my father, my mother, Suzy-they sounded like distant echoes. Muffled. Meaningless. My ears weren’t working. My body wasn’t working. I felt like a ghost trapped inside a

body that didn’t belong to me.

Suzy’s phone kept ringing over and over again. Everyone had heard the news; everyone wanted to call her, ask questions, poke into the wound that hadn’t even fully formed yet. But I couldn’t hear anything. I was numb.

Without saying a single word, without screaming or fainting or collapsing, I walked straight to my room. My legs carried me automatically, like my body was moving on instinct while my mind lagged behind. I closed the door behind me and it felt like locking the world out. Or locking myself

1. I wasn’t sure.

I fell face down onto the bed, my arms hanging lifelessly by my sides. A moment later, the door creaked open again. My mother walked in quietly and sat down on a chair, just watching me with eyes full of worry she didn’t know how to voice.

My father joined her soon after, and then Suzy slipped in too. None of them said anything. They knew words wouldn’t reach me. Everything in me felt dead.

The next few days were a blur. I didn’t leave my room. I didn’t eat. I didn’t talk. I didn’t move unless I had to. Suzy knocked on my door every morning, every afternoon, every night-pleading, begging me to open the door, telling me Emilia was worried too. I heard none of it. Or maybe I did, but my brain didn’t process any of it.

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