Novel & Cerita 10 Year Gap

“We used to bicker all the time, but you’ve never been like this. Even through all the countless arguments we had growing up, and we had plenty, you were never this distant. So, what the fuck gives?” “What gives?” I croon heatedly. “Are you kidding me? I haven’t seen you in ten bloody years, Devin. One day you show up out of the blue, and I’m supposed to be all chummy with you? We’ve grown apart. It happens when people go an entire decade without seeing one another.” I explain and attempt to turn and pick up the plates, but he pulls on my arm, and I’m yet again forced to face him. Damn these cuffs to hell.

After he said that, I smiled at him again, and he returned my smile before asking me again. He seemed to be trying to keep up the conversation as much as he could because, like me, he didn't want even a speck of awkwardness to come between us. "How about your love life? Are you dating anyone?" He inquired. "No. Actually, I haven't dated anyone in ten years." I admitted it. Caesar's expression was filled with shock and surprise when he heard what I said, which made me laugh. However, that is the truth. I haven't dated anyone in the last ten years. I went on a few dates and had situational relationships with a few men, but that was it. I've never had a serious relationship. And it wasn't simpl

Panic grips me now, sharp and raw. “It’s him…” I whisper, my voice trembling. My pulse spikes. I press my hand to my chest. “It’s really him…” The groan comes again, this time clearly broken, pained, and it hits me with the realization that I haven’t felt this kind of connection in years. Ten years, actually. The mindlink, I haven’t done any communication through it in a decade. Not once. And now… it’s screaming for me.

"Holding you now like this, I realize how much I've missed. Ten years... we could have had a lot." "Yeah," Jacques sighed. They've missed a lot.

Just thinking of that makes me feel warm inside again. Who would’ve have thought huh? After ten long years, I get to finally see you again. Or rather, finally get to say goodbye to you where I wasn’t able to do that time. Ten years without you. Ten years still blaming myself over what had happened. Ten years of missing you.

They envy the life I have now, and they'll envy it so much more now that my 20 year old girlfriend is back with me. Fuck, sometimes this age gap really surprises me. I'm fourteen years older than her, fourteen, that's a lot of years. I can barely even remember what it was like to be 20, but I'm probably not the best example because I already had quite a big business by that time. Despite that I was still going out a lot, drinking and partying and travelling the world, making completely stupid decisions that I would never make now.

“We take what they don’t.” Back at Hale Industries, Adrian closed another file. Too many overlaps. Too many precise hits. Too many moves that felt— Personal. “Find the origin of her early operations,” he said. His assistant looked up. “We’ve already—” “The gap,” Adrian interrupted. “Three years. I want it filled.” This time, there was no hesitation. “Understood.” Because something about that gap— Refused to stay irrelevant. That evening, Adrian stood once again in his office, the city lights reflecting faintly against the glass.

I am so sure of it and whatever evidence he had been given, whatever the file said, I had not killed Lysandra. But, Seven years ago I was sixteen. I stopped at the window. And for some reason when I reached back for that year, for any year between fifteen and seventeen and all i found was gap where time should have been. A section of my own history that was simply absent. I had never noticed and had never had reason to count. Until now.

I asked. She nodded. “Yes, sir. Everything came back normal. Except for a three-year gap. No work records, no paper trail. She just… vanished during that time.” I rubbed the back of my neck. That missing gap—it wasn’t just coincidence. I was starting to feel like there was something I wasn’t supposed to see. “Okay. Change of plans. Look into someone else.” Elena blinked. “Who?” “Natalie York,” I said, keeping my voice even. “My ex-wife.”

Ten years into my marriage to Joshua Ford, heir to the largest fortune in Kingsbury, I receive a video. The footage is shot inside a car. The video is shaky, and the sounds coming from it are vile. When I hold up my phone to confront him, the moaning is still echoing through the living room. Joshua's expression remains calm. He just shrugs like it's nothing. "Younger women are just fresher. Your health isn't great, so I wouldn't dare push you to try anything wild. But everyone craves a little excitement, right?" I freeze in place, my arm going numb from holding up the phone. "That's your explanation?" Joshua doesn't answer me. His gaze drifts over me with casual indifference. "The truth