All Chapters of I Left, And They Declared War: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JulietI looked at the woman I call my mother incredulously. “And you know that I cannot afford to take care of the both of us”. In other words, I would be a burden to her. “And Julian…” she gasped, eyes widening. “Oh my god what will happen to your brother? Declan might not be forgiving enough to continue letting him work in his company. He might lose his job and career”. “I can't believe you're saying this to me”, I shook my head in disappointment. I thought that she would at least show empathy and support me. Mum schooled her dramatic expression. “Well forgive me for being blunt! I was just telling you the truth”, she scoffed. “Right”, I nodded. What did I expect? Mum had never taken my side always thinking Declan could do no wrong. But I had expected something different. “Look at the life you have now, Juliet. A powerful, handsome husband. Luxury at your fingertips. People envy you for goodness sake! And you want to just throw it all away for one silly mistake he made?”It

JulietMy hand clenched hard around the device. I scrolled down, vision blurring as I read the chats between Declan and ‘Parker’.Heat burned through my body, rising from my chest until I started to shake. I could barely think. I slowly turned to a peacefully sleeping Declan. And then I saw red. The next second, I was over him, hitting every part of his body my fists could find. “Declan you disgusting asshole! How dare you?!”“What the fuck!” He sprang up. I picked up anything within my reach. Luckily for him, it was a pillow. I continued to hit him, hot tears falling freely as I yelled. “Juliet! What's wrong with you?!” He held me back, pushing me away. My vision and head cleared a little. I looked at him, chest heaving. Breathing to calm myself, I picked up the phone. “What is this?” I asked, pointing the screen at him. The angry and confused expression on his face fell for a moment, and then it was replaced by annoyance. “What were you doing with my phone?” He asked, snat

JulietSomehow, I was back at the cafe, facing Grace's piercing gaze. After I struggled to hold back from crying, which I had been doing a lot these days, Grace managed to convince me to go back to the cafe with her. “So… how about Naomi and Leah?” I asked, not just because I was trying to shift the conversation from me, but because I was curious about the women I used to call my friends. “Leah left the country to manage her mother's farm a year after graduation”, Grace answered. “And Naomi?”“She died of cancer last year”, Grace replied dryly. “Oh”, was all I could say, wringing my fingers on the table. I could still remember Naomi; bold, reckless and so full of life. A lump formed in my throat, chest tightening with guilt. “Was it Declan?” I looked up at Grace, who had her gaze on the side of my face. I could only sigh, unable to accept or deny the fact that Declan was the one who gave me the bruise. “How long?” She asked with dread. “It’s the first time”, I quickly answe

Juliet Oh God, he's good looking. I thought with a bit of panic. As if he wasn't already stunning enough, he smiled. “Sorry I disturbed you. All the other tables are occupied. Mind if I join you?” Dimples. “Sure!” I agreed, immediately regretting it. “Thanks”, he said, taking a seat in front of me. Having been married to a man like Declan, I had grown to be able to socialise with strangers. But those were under specific conditions and I was always mentally prepared. There was no way I could have a normal conversation with a man who came from nowhere and not be awkward. In a bid to avoid him, I turned back to admiring the view while sipping my drink. “Beautiful view isn't it?” I simply hummed an agreement. “Everything about this city screams extravagance”, he said. I looked at him. There must be a ‘why do you think so’ on my face, because he continued. “Just look at the buildings from this view. Exaggerated structure. It looks like some sort of a competition i

Juliet Heat rose beneath my skin, as my lips brushed against Noah's. It was quick, barely a kiss. I retreated, heart pounding against my chest. I stared at Noah's frozen expression, cheeks and neck burning. What did I just do? I thought. “I’m sorry”, I said. “I shouldn't have done that”, I licked my lips as I looked away. Maybe I misread things. How stupid could I be to think this perfect stranger wanted me? I tried to get up, unable to look at him. But then held me back. I turned to Noah with a questioning look. The expression on his face was intense, jaws ticking. “What are you apologizing for?” He asked, his voice deeper. “Kissing you?” I asked, staring at him in confusion. Was he angry? Irritated? “That was barely a kiss.” “What?” “Do it again”, his eyes drifted lower to my lips. I let out a shaky breath. What the hell was I doing? And why was I leaning forward again? He swallowed when I closed the space between us. I breathed in his scent, masculine and he