The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 156

Side Story 10-2

I was gone.

Days passed like that-me locked away in a dark room that felt like a grave. It wasn’t until my father finally forced my door open, the hinges screeching angrily, that light flooded in. He went straight to the windows and yanked the curtains open, letting the sun spill into the room like a slap.

“That’s enough!” he yelled, his voice breaking. “That’s enough now, Aria! You’ve grieved enough!

I didn’t answer him. I simply turned to the other side of the bed, curling away from the light and

from him.

“You can’t do this to yourself,” he said, softer now but still pained. “Just forget him and pray the Moon Goddess gives you someone better.”

But I wasn’t listening. Not really. His words floated somewhere around me but none of them

settled inside me.

Then I heard something I’d never heard before.

My father cried.

His voice trembled, his breath catching as he whispered, “Please.”

I slowly sat up on the bed, staring at him as tears streaked down his face. And seeing my father cry-my father, who had always been my strength-broke something inside me completely.

For the first time since hearing the news, I cried.

I broke. I shattered. The tears poured down uncontrollably, hot and heavy and painful. My father rushed to me, gathering me in his arms, holding me tight as I shook violently with sobs. I cried for everything I’d lost, everything I’d given, everything Owen had taken from me without looking back. Suzy came in too, hugging me from behind, her tears mixing with mine.

My whole world had collapsed because of someone who didn’t even bother to come explain himself. Someone who didn’t apologize. Someone who didn’t think I deserved even a single

answer.

He begged me not to reject him.

He took my heart.

He took my body.

He took everything I was-

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and then he left me without a word.

I needed answers.

Clary

So when I finally allowed people back into my life, when I finally ate again and stepped out of my room, I didn’t stop there. I wrote him letters. Long letters. Short letters. Angry ones. Pleading ones. Just asking him to explain, to tell me why. I sent letter after letter, but none came back. Not a reply.

Not even a single word.

Still, I kept writing, refusing to let the silence drown me.

Then one morning… everything changed.

I was sitting at the table eating cereal when a sudden wave of nausea hit me so violently I barely had time to run to the sink. Everything I’d eaten came right back up, my stomach twisting painfully

as I gripped the counter.

I stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, trying to steady myself. I had been feeling nauseous for days now, but this… this was different. This was worse. Like something inside me was fighting

its way out.

Then I heard a soft gasp behind me.

I turned and saw my mother standing there, her face drained of color, shock washing over her features. She stepped closer carefully, like she was approaching someone fragile.

“Aria… is something the matter?” she asked quietly, her hands coming up to hold my face, her eyes searching mine.

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