10 years of nothing—now i'm gone 소설 & 이야기

It seemed she thought I was here to assert my claim. I looked her in the eye and said softly, "I'm serious. In three days, Jack and I will break the mate bond. I won't bother you two again. I just hope to spend my last days here quietly." When Isabella saw how serious I was, she let out a mocking laugh. "Do I look that stupid to you? As long as you're still carrying that pup, Monica will never agree." Her gaze sharpened, and she suddenly let go of the leash. "Digger, attack!"

And done nothing. ---

Then black. Nothing.

Her flawless makeup, the bridal gown designer standing beside her for the fitting. It finally dawned on me: I had gone back to eight years ago. At this time, Rowena's childhood friend and his family had not been in that car accident. He had not been driven to despair, with nowhere to turn, and jumped from a building. Thank goodness. Everything was still on time. The bitterness of my past life surged all at once. My eyes reddened as I looked at her. I said quietly, "Don't worry; I know someone else has your heart. This time, I'll let you have what you want."

My appetite vanished instantly. “I don’t feel like eating,” I said. “Throw it away.” Sarah immediately looked displeased, but she held it in. She sat beside me and began to complain instead. “You have no idea how sad Tim was today. My parents went to see him and brought up the wedding. He panicked so badly he almost cried. Tim just got back to the country and doesn’t have much money. I was thinking of using the money you gave me for our wedding to help him with the wedding first.”

But five years later, I took Carl and left him. Jeremy stared at the ceiling, memories flashing before his eyes. The moment he walked away with Carl in his arms, my face was ghostly pale as I crumpled on the floor, blood slowly pooling beneath my head. Suddenly, his eyelid twitched as the sharp ring of his phone jolted him back to reality. "Mr. Sterling, check the link I just sent you. An international dance company posted a silhouette of their new instructor. I don't know why, but it looks so much like—"

“αre you okαy? Whαt just hαppened?” I didn’t look αt him. I couldn’t. Not αfter whαt I’d just done. “I’m sorry‚” I whispered. “I hαve to go.” “Whαt? Liαnα‚ wαit—whαt do you meαn you hαve to go? You were gone for ten minutes αnd now—” “I know. I just—” My voice crαcked. “I cαn’t do this right now.”

“Mr. Solace, about the overseas branch transfer you mentioned before… I’ve thought it through.” There was a brief pause on the other end before he said, “Jason, this transfer means you won’t be able to return for at least five years. Are you sure?” I looked toward the silhouette that had vanished into the rain and let out a soft laugh. “I’m sure.” Only this time, it wouldn’t be five years. It would be a lifetime. … By the time I got home, it was already late at night. I had planned to light some candles by my parents’ urns.

I've made it through fifteen months. I will make it through fifteen years.

All night, Ethan sat there, staring blankly at the Bond-Breaking Agreement. We'd been mates for eight years and hardly ever fought. I'd always been gentle and obedient, putting his wishes above everything else. I also poured all my heart and soul into raising our pups. It had never occurred to him that someone as soft and compliant as me would just leave behind a Bond-Breaking Agreement and leave. Ethan sat on the couch, desperately trying to figure out where things had gone wrong. But for some reason, ever since learning that I'd left, his mind felt muddled. He couldn't think of anything at all.