277\u2013I Miss My Old Self\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yuvonne:\u00a0<\/p>\n
When a woman is born and she starts to grow, she begins to develop many fears, and there are dreams that come with them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She has dreams and hopes. Some of them get suppressed by fear. Some fade away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All my life, ever since I had seen Baxter, I had fallen in love with him. I wanted him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted him so much that I left the comfort of my home and foolishly went into the rogue community because his mother asked me to and begged him to accept me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He did not even accompany me back. He sent me with some warriors.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has been more than a week. You need to eat. The doctor said your health is declining.\u201d My mother entered the room and turned on the light.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The minute she did, I clenched my fists and hugged myself tighter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was sitting on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest, covered in a blanket.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hated anyone seeing me, and ever since that incident, people had been coming to see me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I did not want to be looked at. I did not want to interact with anyone. I wanted to disappear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every time someone came, they would look at me with sympathy and say it was okay.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They would tell me that even if I had been young and saving myself for my man, things happen and we cannot do anything about it. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
Those words felt like a taunt. Then they would ask why I chose to go to the rogue community and what I had been wearing, as if that mattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They said a woman in the rogue community, wandering around, was an open invitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had to scream at some of them that I was not wandering around. I had been in a car with the warriors. Those men\u00a0<\/p>\n
ambushed us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you having the same conversation in your head again?\u201d my mother asked, probably noticing how aggressive I was becoming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I guessed I was losing my mind. She sat with me, holding a bowl of soup in her hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust please leave me alone,\u201d I whispered, keeping my arms around my knees and my head between them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I barely lifted my eyes to look at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything will be fine. It was not your fault, and you have healed now,\u201d my mother said and I lifted my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have not healed. I have not. I get flashes of them. You do not understand.\u201d I began to scratch my cuticles and thumb anxiously with my fingernail. It was horrible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThose men\u2013I should not have gone to the rogue community. I should not have listened to his mother.\u201d I slapped my forehead hard enough for my mother to set the bowl down and hold my hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That memory was going to follow me forever. Those men did not seem to come for desire alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
277-1 Miss My Old Geit\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
They acted like animals. They did not care that they had beaten the warriors and tied them to a tree.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They made them watch what they did to me. It went on for hours. They left me there to die.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was the warriors who freed themselves and came to help me. Ever since then, I have been thinking about decisions.\u00a0<\/p>\n
my\u00a0<\/p>\n
life\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not worry, Yuvonne, everything will be fine. The tough time is gone. You know, Lady Eugenia called, and she told me that she is going to meet her son, and that she will make him marry you and take care of you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The minute my mother said those words, I stared at her with disbelief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou seriously want me to marry the man I wanted so much that I went into the rogue community and faced all that?\u201d I asked my mother with a smile on my lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel the tears burning in my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI do not want to believe in Baxter anymore. I want time to go back and for me to be at home,\u201d I screamed, grabbing the bowl and throwing it against the wall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My mother screamed in fear. My father rushed in with a syringe in his hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They had been giving me medication, but every time I woke up, I could not stop thinking about what had happened to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As my father started to approach me, I showed him my palm, requesting him to stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am fine. Do not give me any more. I just miss who I was,\u201d I whispered, slowly tearing up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My mother walked carefully around the broken shards and came toward me, wrapping her arms around me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI really loved him a lot, and I still do, but he will never accept a broken me when he never accepted a version that was perfect,\u201d I cried, hugging my mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, that is not what will happen. You know Baxter better than I do and better than anyone else does. He will accept you. He will realize his mistake and he will come through,\u201d my mother assured me, gently rubbing my back. \u201cBut you will have to make sure that you remind him\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The minute she said that, I started to shake my head and utter, \u201cI do not want to play games. Please just leave me alone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hated that every time she sat with me, she told me that I needed to get Madeline out of his life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All those games made me who I was today.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could have had a perfect life, but I threw it away because I was so foolish to listen to everyone around me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But ever since my mother told me Lady Eugenia went to speak with Baxter, I could not help being a little hopeful.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe he would be able to save me. And I guessed he was the only one who could save me now. He had to protect\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had to help me rise again. 2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby\u2019s writing style is bold and irresistible\u2014perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.<\/p>\n
277\u2013I Miss My Old Self\u00a0 Yuvonne:\u00a0 When a woman is born and she starts to grow, she begins to develop […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[24],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19478","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-no-daddy-novel-by-novelnozi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19478","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19478"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19478\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19646,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19478\/revisions\/19646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19478"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19478"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}