Deafened By His Hateful Words

ll

last called it home, since I' d last lived under my mother' s meticulously curated roof. The air, crisp with the promise o

childhood. He simply nodded, took my single suitcase, and led me to the waiting Bent

ss like a cage and more like a fortress. As I stepped inside, the familiar scent of expensive lilies and polished wood filled

underlying steel. She didn't embrace me, but her eyes, usually so guarded, he

rstatement almost

of Earl Grey tea was already brewing. "Tell

spoke, her expression hardened, a familiar mask of aristocratic disapproval settling ov

ly seeing the sacrifices made for them." She paused, her gaze direct, unwavering. "I also warned you against being a mere

denly tasting bitter. Sh

as an afterthought. "Just in time to hear him call m

cruel twist of fate. But it is a gift, Adell. A chance to truly hear, not just the world, but

"I will. No more romantic illusions. I want

ching her lips. "Good. Javier

intelligent boy from college, always serious, always kind. He ha

nge mix of apprehension and

rdiovascular surgeon. Built his own practice. No drama, no scandals. Just quiet comp

l these years? The though

mother gestured to it. "While you were... away, Emiliano's troubles

Silent," "Fans Demand Answers." The comments section, once filled with adoration, now seethed with anger. My stor

his public backlash, it's a double-edged sword. It will destroy him, but it will also ensure

o didn't want him to escape the consequences of his actions. I finally understood my mothe

temples. The weight of the world, o

ready. And Adell... welcome home." Her words we

he thumping chaos of the club. It was a healing silence, a silence that promised peace, not neglect

ttered soul. I knew this path wouldn't be easy, but it felt right. It felt l

looked inviting. I sank onto it, pulling a soft throw blanket around me. The last vestiges of tears finally dried.

ntrast to the life I had just left. And for the first time, I felt a flicker of hope

sence. No more staged celebrations. No more hidden betrayals. Just the

the fire of his betrayal. And I, Adell Boone,

iano

ek, then two. My calls went unanswered. My texts, unread. My manager was still on my case, demanding I "

trying to distract me. "Emi, baby, let's go out! Everyone's talking about us, we should give them

like sandpaper to my raw nerves. I couldn't stand the way she looked at me, as if I were some prize she had won. W

nstant source of agony. News articles and social media posts chronicled my downfall. "Emiliano Reed: From Rock Star to Wreckage,"

e. My guitar felt heavy, lifeless. Every chord I struck sounded hollow, mocking. Adell had been my muse,

ngle glance. Her loyalty, her unwavering belief in me, had been the foundation of m

ould I possibly earn it? I had called her a burden. I had practically signed my love out of exi

like me. I needed to find her. I had to. Even if it meant crawling on my hand

-