Page 16 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

With that, Felix leaves the room and shuts the door with a loud thud. I’m propelled forward, running toward the door and trying the handle again.

It’s locked, though I’m not surprised because it’s been locked since my arrival the day before. Still, my heart sinks when I realize that there is no way out for me. I’m unwilling to leap off the castle and leave it to fate to decide if I’ll survive the fall.

I hardly trust fate ever since it led me back to Felix.

I don’t know everything, but I don’t care to know. Felix seems determined not to own up to what he did—to bring up the past. If he thinks this is a clean slate, he has something else coming for him.

After all, he’s the one who left me. I had to learn how to survive without him, without his love. He can’t expect me to accept what he wants. I’m not the weak and vulnerable young girl I once was.

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Seven Years Ago

“Oh, my God!” I blink fervently at the screen in case I’m imagining things. Rubbing my eyes with a fist, I stare at the email and read the message again.

Springing out of bed excitedly, I yelp with cheer. “Yes! I did it! I got in!”

Punching fists in the air and wiggling my butt, I can’t hear anything over the sounds of my excitement. When the excitement fizzles down, and my breath comes in hot pants, I frown as I take a look at the bed.

Felix’s side is empty, the sheets ruffled from where he’d been sleeping. The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was check my email. I’d been anticipating the reply from the college so much, that I didn’t realize Felix wasn’t beside me.

Lugging in deep breaths, I calm myself enough to go in search of him. He must be around the apartment somewhere, and I’ll prank him by telling him I didn’t get in.

I’d love to see the look on his face. After all, attaining a business course was his idea. He says he sees potential in me to make my dreams a reality. It also helps that I’m good with numbers. I might suck at stirring together drinks at a bar, but that’s why he doesn’t see me working for someone else.

My boyfriend believes in me and my ability to own my own business. Be my own boss.

I couldn’t have asked for someone better.

Smiling mischievously as I pad down the small hallway toward the kitchen, I half-expect to find him preparing breakfast. Except, there isn’t a whiff of food coming down the hallway.

Maybe he just woke up.

Shrugging my shoulders, I make my way into the kitchen of the apartment we’ve been sharing for six months. The attraction between Felix and I was instantaneous, leading to a quick first date. Everything else has been happening quite fast, I must admit.

I’ve only just turned twenty, and I’ve found my soulmate, the love of my life. Felix calls it fate, while I believe God has finally answered my prayers and sent an angel to me.

“Felix! Babe, where are you?!” I call out gently, my voice echoing off the walls and returning emptily to my ears. I frown, standing in the center of the kitchen and doing a quick three-sixty.

It’s empty.

So are the living room and the bathroom.

“Felix?!” I call out again, standing in the hallway before rushing back to the bedroom. I pick up my phone and dial his number. Maybe he’s gone out to pick up breakfast for us, I think with a smile as I lift the phone to my ear. He’s always doing sweet things, like buying me my favorite flowers or serving breakfast in bed.

He’s perfect and everything I could have wanted in a man.

Except for the part where the call goes to voicemail, where I notice a note sticking out from underneath the lampshade on my nightstand.

I pick it up, expecting to read sweet words on the paper that will warm my heart. But the words neatly printed in Felix’s exquisite handwriting are what shatters my heart.

“mi ángel… It pains me to tell you this, but I have to leave. Always follow your dreams. I will love you forever.”

Falling to a heap on the floor, I crumble the note in one hand just as the sob escapes my throat. Howling into my hands, I can’t believe that he’s gone.

With no indication that he was going to leave. Not an argument, no warning signs. Nothing.

We were so happy. This doesn’t make any sense.

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