Love Left Me Broken novel

---- Chapter 6 Tears pooled in Shawn's reddened eyes. He seemed like he was in despair. "Does she know about this?" "T didn't tell her," Brenda said. "I failed her parents, and I failed her. I couldn't bring myself to tell her." Shawn began trembling uncontrollably, and tears streamed down his face. "Mom, she's gone. She's disappointed in me..." He finally noticed Roy in Brenda's arms. He found it unbearably difficult to get his next words out. "And the child...

She doesn't want the child either? She used to protect him so fiercely..." When he had first found out that I was pregnant, he had tried to make me get an abortion multiple times. One time, he had even dragged me to the hospital by force, determined to make me go through the procedure. But I had refused. Even after being sent into the operating theater , I had still fought and managed to escape.

I had run all the way home barefooted, cradling my stomach, until I had found Brenda, who had protected me. ---- "T can't believe your audacity. I've never seen anyone as cold-hearted as you!" Brenda screamed hysterically."If I had known that this would happen, I wouldn't have let Yvonne marry you! Pushing the two of you together is the biggest mistake I've made in my entire life. You don't deserve her love!" Startled by her loud voice, Roy began crying.

Brenda quickly composed herself, swallowing her grief as she gently soothed him. Not sparing Shawn another glance, she took Roy back to her room. Tears continue dripping onto the back of Shawn's hand, searing his skin like fire. For the first time, he felt distraught and helpless. "I'm sorry, Yvonne..." He thought that I had manipulated Brenda into forcing him to marry me, an orphan, so he had resented me.

He had known that I longed for a happy family, so he had deliberately ignored me, giving me the cold shoulder. The better I had treated him, the more disgusted he had felt. That was why he had sought out other women, using them as weapons to punish me. Over the last five years, he had become more and ---- more brazen, yet I had never argued with him or demanded a divorce. So he had assumed that I couldn't leave him-that I was so hopelessly devoted to him that I would be by his side forever.

But now, he realized that my silence had just been an indication that I no longer loved him. I didn't care what he did anymore. Unfortunately, he realized that too late. I was already gone. Meanwhile, I followed the address Rosa had given me and arrived at a small town. At the police station, before I could even ask any questions , a middle-aged man walked out. His eyes widened the instant he saw me. "You... you look just like him.

You must be Andrew's daughter." I didn't know what my father's name was, so I shook my head. "I don't know who that is." The man snapped out of his daze and led me to his office. Inside, my eyes were drawn to a framed photo on his desk. One of the men in the picture caught my attention. ---- Noticing my gaze, the man picked up the frame and gently wiped off the dust. "That's Andrew Sawyer ," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. ''You have his eyes." He was right.

The man in the photograph looked strikingly similar to me. Was he my father? The man's name was Simon Winger. He gave me the letter and keys that my parents had left me, saying, " I've been searching for you for 20 years. It took me so long to finally find you. Your father left these for you before you were born. Now that you're back, it's time you got them." The keys were to a new house my father had bought right before he had died.

Sadly, my parents had never even gotten the chance to step inside. I took the letter and the keys and thanked Simon. Worried that I wouldn't be able to find the place, Simon personally accompanied me there.