Novel & Cerita All But My Life

with my life Christian Hastington Taylor Hastington

I stared at myself in the mirror as I fixed my make up and hair. I am wearing a casual yet elegant looking outfit for my dinner with Cale. The memories where I went on my first date with Damian often came to mind. And I hate the fact that I kept remembering it. My phone pings abruptly so I picked it up to check my notifications. It's just random people tagging and privately messaging me. Some are asking for my side of the story and some are just plainly hating me. I turned my phone to ‘do not disturb’ and shut it down.

Everything in my life is suddenly unraveling. Scarlett is back. And nothing in my life feels stable anymore.

Amelia adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and said, "Mr. Hudson, Ms. Hudson doesn't recognize your father-daughter relationship, so naturally, Mrs. Lawrence won't recognize your relationship with us. "It's embarrassing for both of us if you create a scene here. We are all well-known people. It's not good to embarrass yourselves. Please leave." Mike refused to give up, choking as he spoke. Irene was wiping her tears as well. "Sandra's getting married and she doesn't have any family members by her side. If we tell others about it, people will laugh at her."

My career, my friends, my voice - vanished. And I let him take it all. ‘for better or for worse’ right? I walked to the kitchen sink and stared out the window. The city lights blinked in the distance, blurred behind the foggy glass. I imagined what my life could’ve been. Traveling to Milan. Walking the Paris runways. Hosting fashion weeks in Tokyo. But instead, I was here. Dressed in despair. Married to a man who blamed me for his demons. And deep down, I felt a sick sort of pity for Solara, I doubted that she knew how badly Philip's business was going.

"This might be my last chance to live. I'll do anything! I'll even kneel if that's what it takes. Just please…" But Mom slapped me hard across the face and roared, "How did I raise such a selfish brat? Your brother just started his internship. What's the harm in helping him get some experience?" "No, Mom! Please, I beg you…" I cried out. "I really want to live… I'll do anything you say as long as you let me live…" Yet, she completely ignored me and began packing up the meal she had brought. "You're unbelievable. To think you can't even handle a minor illness without whining like a baby. But there's nothing left to discuss. This is final."

"If you're not doing anything, don't waste time here. There are plenty of people in the world you can help. Don't waste it on me." I placed my hand over the lens. The screen went black. … [In the Next Life — Oct. 11, 2023, 9:32 AM — I Don't Need Anyone's Pity] "You're Hailey Cooper, Ben Cooper's sister, right?" I was sweeping the back kitchen of a café. I frowned when I heard the voice. "You again?" His voice came from behind the camera. "People online are saying you betrayed your family, but they don't know you have cancer. I want to film a documentary series about you. Is that okay?"

They exchanged a few words before she followed him off to the side. "What's that punk dragging your wife off to do?" "Go and check on them!" "Relax, guys. Elise knows where to draw the line," I said. At my words, they silently gave me thumbs-ups again. I laughed awkwardly. Well, I'd just gotten my five-million-dollar allowance. It really wouldn't be right to meddle in Elise's private life, would it? "Elliot, you're seriously magnanimous," someone said. I suddenly clutched my stomach. "Sorry, my stomach's acting up. I need the restroom."

She slammed her cane against Tilda's back. "How shameless!" she barked. "What happens between you two is your business. Why are you announcing it in public? And wearing something so revealing? You're humiliating us!" In my last life, one servant got fired just for wearing shorts. After that, I was extra careful. It was because I lived so cautiously that I barely managed to survive in the Pearsons. But Tilda always assumed my life was easier just because I had a good husband. She never stopped to think—why should a good life depend on someone else?