Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 152: Chap-152*Don't Be My Hero Now.*

Cynthia Dion:

"You didn’t. Enzo told me nothing happened," he looked calm as hell, but his statement didn’t really calm me down.

"AH!" I opened my mouth wide apart, bobbing my head as I understood things clearly now. "That’s why you know I didn’t do anything. You must have seen me kill someone with your own fucking eyes to not believe a word I say. I mean, just because Enzo said nothing happened, you now believe even when I am telling you I did fuck him good," I clenched my jaw, and my nostrils inflated for a second before I gritted my teeth.

"Cynthia, this anger won't do you any good," his feigned concern was really starting to grate on my nerves.

"Really?" I scoffed, unable to believe it. I didn't appreciate his behavior. He was putting on this facade of caring when, in reality, I knew he didn't care about me.

"You know what? Why don't you just give me some space?" I stared at him, my anxiety making me sway back and forth.

"Leave you alone in this state?" He finally raised his voice slightly, his frustration showing.

"After all the things you've put me through, do you really expect me to buy into your nonsense?" It was strange how we were sitting so close yet emotionally miles apart. He was trying hard to come off as genuinely worried about me. How could I forget that day when he embraced my friend and embarrassed me in front of her?

I was left to fend for myself when he should've been there to help me clean up the mess he created.

"Fine, don't believe me. Trust was never really our thing. I can't trust you, so it's fair if you don't trust me either," he grumbled in annoyance, clenching his jaw while keeping his temper in check.

"Then quit fretting over me," I responded, sharing the same weariness. Only a gullible person would think he loved them after playing such mind games.

"I can't," he confessed suddenly, his tone shifting. He murmured the words, averting his gaze as if he were afraid to meet my eyes.

"Why not?" I'd had my fill of his lies. I struck his chest and rose to my feet. "Why not? Tell me, why can't you just leave me be?" I shouted at him, as he'd given me no other choice.

"Because I'm a damned fool in----," he halted, rising to his feet with a beastly grunt. "Love!" As he completed the sentence, I took a step back and let out a groan.

"Oh really? Making me parade around naked in front of my friend and then accepting her as your partner? Or when you took my virginity, marked me, got me pregnant, and didn't even bother to check on me as I carried that heavy burden?" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my body starting to give way.

"What did you say?" His tone quivered. "I got you pregnant?" he whispered, pressing for my response.

"That was my child?" He gently nudged me, urging me to meet his gaze.

"And your brother-in-law killed your child," I aimed to evoke disgust for his own existence.

And there it was:

He was shattered.

"It wasn't my child," he denied, as always. I knew he wouldn't believe me because denial was his best defense against getting hurt.

"Why? Because you saw some text messages of me wanting to f*** others? Didn’t you realize how false those accusations were when you took my virginity?" I glared deep into his soul, watching him be clueless for a minute before he responded to me.

"You definitely fu**** somebody else after that," as he turned his face to the side, I felt like lunging at him and gorging his eyes out.

"Right! Then why do you look so sad? Be happy it wasn’t your baby," I was sick and tired of trying to get everyone to believe me: "Your brother-in-law anyway got rid of it so that no DNA test can be done," I shrugged my shoulders, but his arrogance was back.

"Really? You didn’t try to get rid of it yourself?" He shook his head in disbelief, and my eyes jumped out of their sockets. He was accusing me of killing my baby.

"Say it one more time?" I balled my fists tightly and hoped he didn’t repeat the same nonsense.

"You got rid of it because you knew this child is a bastard," he shouted as if he had made a point, and that was when I lost my control. I briskly lunged at him and slapped him so hard that the air heard the sound my hand created when getting slammed against his cheek. I was ready for him to fight back, but he didn’t. He didn’t even pull his face straight and kept it to the side for a few seconds.

"I didn't do it, but I'm relieved it happened. I'd never want a bastard's child," my remark made him turn towards me, and he closed his eyes, allowing tears to stream down his face.

"Your vision and thoughts are clouded wi--th," I shook my head, feeling lightheaded and breathless.

"Cynthia!" I only heard his voice dripping with concern when my body grew too weak to hold me upright. I didn't hit the ground because he caught me.

His strong arms enveloped my body, drawing me close to his chest. I disliked feeling vulnerable, not after embracing my wolf.

"Let's get you home. You're not well," he whispered, keeping me close and not letting me pull away from him. I despised being in his arms because they felt so safe!

So secure! I absolutely loathed it.

Tears likely stained his chest as I cried, but I was too despondent to push him away. For a moment, I was aware that I was in the arms of the devil himself, but I knew I'd probably pull away from him as soon as the memories of the things he had done to me rushed back into my mind.

"Take me to my ho--me," I mumbled from within his embrace, my face pressed against his chest, his hold on me unwavering.