Summary of Chapter 52 – A turning point in The Wounded Love by Mia
Chapter 52 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of The Wounded Love, written by Mia. With the hallmarks of Internet literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
She laughed, causing me more discomfort. I hadn't had sex in over a week.
"Alex!" I called. I couldn't stand it anymore. This flirting thing that they had going on was sickening.
His head popped up and so did hers. Skyla looked at me. She bit down on her lower lip. I didn't know if it was supposed to be sexual but she was slowly killing me. I wanted to bite on those lips again.
Her phone suddenly rang turning her attention away from me. I have never been much of an attention whore until now. I really wanted her to look at me again. I wanted her to treat me the way she always treated me. Like I was the only one who mattered. Like I was the only one she wanted.
Like that night she came back to my room drunk, begging me for sex. That was hot. I wanted that again.
She didn't look back at me, but Alex was waiting for me to speak. "Just another one of these." I said holding up Sean's empty glass.
My alarm went off at six thirty in the morning, already ruining my day. I had returned to being a workaholic, it kept me distracted.
I rolled myself out of bed, pulling the blankets with me. Together we fell onto the carpeted floor. Normally blankets weren't the thing hugging me in the morning. "Stop." I said out loud. "You need to stop."
I couldn't stop and it annoyed me. I was almost positive that he would've came to me by now. But he didn't come. He didn't call.
I wanted to swear off guys all together. Swear off love. I was in love with Nick and he broke my heart. Now Dante did the same. He shattered it into a million tiny pieces by letting me walk away.
I did the right thing though. I wanted to trust him, but how could I trust someone who didn't give me a reason to?
I showered, put my hair in a ponytail, and got dressed. Work. I thought with disgust. The word made me cringe. Although I had practically been living there for the past week, it was still miserable. I wanted another assistant but didn't have the balls to ask Gavin. I knew the look he would give me. It would say, really Skyla? You need something else. Do you ever stop asking for things?
No Gavin. I would think back. I don't stop asking for things. I'm a spoiled little rich girl who gets everything she wants.
Ok that's not entirely true. Materialistic wise I did, but I didn't get everything. I didn't get the truth from Dante.
"When you nod your head yes but you wanna say no." She sang
"Jennifer!" I snapped. I really wasn't in the mood to laugh at that.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. But yeah, I don't know. She's been in her room and won't come out. I'm actually kind of worried. Can you believe she turned down ice cream cake? Anyways I figured you might know something."
I hadn't seen Jade since the new year. She seemed fine then. And her refusing ice cream cake! That may sound like a stupid reason to worry about someone but in Jade's case this was critical. That was her favorite thing. That's what she ate after her foster mother threw her out of the house for being a whore. She came to me in tears with a big ice cream cake. We stayed up all night eating and drinking wine.
"Ice cream cake?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. And her door is locked. I don't even think she's came out to pee today."

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