A Story Cut Short Romane & Geschichten

"*Hello! Apparently some people weren’t happy that Alex didn’t get his happily ever after included in the story. I actually did plan a love interest for him, but it never fit well into the story. So, I figured I might as well round the story out to 300 chapters and add one more chapter for you all so that you know I didn't leave him as the odd man out! It's kind of long but I didn't write enough for multiple chapters and it's just their introduction but this is all you're getting! -Kit*

I saw many billionaire ex wife books and I decided to make one. In my story, I think I would like to make it like some sort of sad story because usually I love those type of stories. Also english isn't my first language but I will try my best to make this story finish. I'm pretty sure there will be lots of cliffhanger. I'm so sorry but I'm just busy with school and lessons. And sorry if it's short

I wondered if I made the right wish or not. Honestly, my heart heart like a thousand and one pieces of nails were inserted into it . I was on the verge of crying . After class I waited , i felt the need to talk to Richmond now Franklin however as soon as I held his hand in an attempt to speak to him he pulled my hand off as though it was infected and left . I sat on the floor and wept , of what use was it to gain the whole world and lose one’s soul . I lost him, For the first time I honestly believed I lost him and there was no way he would ever forgive me . I lost to my own game , and the feeling , the taste was so bitter.

" That day, I told him everything that had happened with me and Horace. Not in our past lives, but in this one. What happened in our past lives was just a dream, after all, and it wasn't worth mentioning. Carl was so heartbroken that he teared up on the spot. "If only I met you earlier… I wouldn't have let you suffer so much…" Gathering my courage, I leaned close and pecked the corner of his lips. "Well, we have the rest of our lives, don't we? Work hard to make me happy, alright?" Overjoyed, he wrapped his arms tightly around me, his voice trembling with excitement. "Deal!"

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.

Thank you so much for reading Sophia and Jacob’s story! I’m all over the moon with your warm comments, five star reviews and gems! I cannot thank you guys enough really. All I could do now is to make every chapter count for you.❤️ I had lots of plans for this book but I think I’ll just rush and end it sooner than expected. I’ll cut some adventures that I wanted to input. I’m really sorry if the story feels like I’m dragging it longer :(( I just don’t want to make it feel rushed but I guess readers really like it fast-paced. So I’ll try to do that.

“Is that so?” “You can’t blame me,” he raised his hands in defense. “Sometimes I have a great attention span, other times, it’s really shitty. If I remember correctly, after we got off the phone, I started watching Peaky Blinders or something and I completely forgot about the fact we didn’t actually finish the conversation. Sorry”. “It’s okay, well now you know anyway”. “Exactly. And now that I know, I believe we should go out and celebrate. I assume you haven’t had the chance to celebrate the news yet, right?”

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

A life that ended somewhere far from where anyone could question it. I watched from a distance as he unraveled. The apologies came too late. The regret was real—but useless. I had already left the country under a different name. A different life. A clean slate. No more fear. No more control. No more “almost love.” I mourned myself in silence. Not because I was dead—but because the girl who stayed had finally disappeared. And somewhere across the ocean, I breathed freely for the first time. Because sometimes, the only way to survive…

The table was full. And the story? The story wasn't over. It was just beginning again. [THE END]