Andy Coffin Of Andy And Leyley Novels & Stories

He would tell Anne and his parents about his relationship with Lilian, and that Leon was their child, if anything happened to Leon. However, Leon recovered and Andy backed out again from his intention, especially since his mother got sick, then after struggling for so long, died. After that, Anne also got sick and died too. That was the turning point. Lilian said that she would take Leon and disappear from Andy's life forever if she was not introduced as Andy's real partner. This time, Andy had no more obstacles and he married Lilian and announced their relationship officially and openly one week after Anne was buried. After that, Andy seemed to pay for everything that was missing from Lilia

It felt normal for a while, I hoped it lasted… forever. Later, when Lucas went into the shower, I stayed in the living room with my phone. I wasn’t looking for anything, just scrolling the way I usually did when I wanted to quiet my head. But then I saw it—Andy’s picture on the timeline, his name trending. At first, I thought it was just some drama, maybe a scandal, something wild. But the captions under his photo made me freeze. Words like overdose and tragic were repeated everywhere. I pressed into one post, then another, my breath leaving me in short bursts as the details sank in. He had been found dead. He was gone.

Spending your whole life waiting for your wolf then finding out you have a dragon, has got to be a right head fuck. Andy or as we now know him, Vitandi, is watching Christian like a hawk. I couldn’t say whether he is waiting to see if Max comes our to play, or perhaps he is only observing. It has been... wow... about fifteen years since Andy died, that has gone by quickly. He was only with us six months or so, but Gabe and I respected him as a warrior and formed a firm friendship with him.

“Being your friend is so dangerous. Not only did they die terribly, but they didn’t even get a proper burial.” Andy felt a wave of nausea, as if he might vomit. In an attempt to atone, he paid a considerable amount of money to have the area transformed into a proper grave. After that, he set off with his men, determined to continue his search. Now, he wanted to find the family of three. He was worried about the man’s state. It did not take long for him to arrive at their home, but it was empty. After asking around, he learned that the woman had taken her daughter and left.

Fifteen years later… Andy stood before a grave, one hand in his pocket. He came here every year, without fail. “Dad!” a small voice called. Andy didn’t turn. He just kept staring at the headstone. Ever since he’d lost Alicia, he’d lived like a man holding his breath. He’d tried to deny it—tried to believe she was still out there somewhere—but the DNA results, the ring recovered from the inferno… they had forced reality into his hands.

"Do come in and have a seat." Harry traced his beckoning hand to some chairs beside the bed. He and Joce dropped on the two sofas nearest to Andy. "Thanks Andy," Joce began. "We were so worried about you." He sighed, then smiled comfortingly at her. "Thanks guys, you both mean a bunch to me." Harry smiled, while Jocelyn chuckled at his use of words. "So why were you absent?" asked Harry. "I'll show you," Andy said, reaching for the door. They followed him down till they got to his basement. They were expecting to see an old room filled with cartons and craps, but what they saw drew their mouth apart without any hope of closing soon.

The past was still clawing at me, but reality was shifting. My fingers brushed the fabric of my black dress. The memory of that night burnt behind my eyes, but I was no longer standing in a room filled with death. I was here now. Standing before an empty casket in Los Angeles. Mr. Blade’s compound. Andrew’s burial ground. But there was no body inside. Only a framed picture of him resting on the velvet, breaking my heart the more. His real body had been sent home to his parents in Ireland,where Clayton, Mr. Blade, and Andrew had flown the morning after Rocco’s execution to pay their final respects to his mother.

I begged them while I watched them get on their feet crawling over to where l sat down with Mike's head still placed on my head. Andy and Mandy assisted Sandy to get on her feet as they made their way to settle down beside me, “Mum, I think you just have to accept that daddy is dead. At least he sacrificed himself just to see Sandy live.” Andy spoke up, placing his hand across my shoulder as a means to cheer me up. “Don't tell me that, Andy. There is no way I'd want to forget Mike just like that, not after everything he has done for us. “

Now, beneath the photo, there were traces left by a stranger’s lipstick. Those people were also the reason I lost two children, and any chance of ever conceiving again. Downstairs, a cake box sat on the coffee table. I took out the candles and lit them. Andy remembered that girl’s birthday. But he had forgotten that today was also my birthday and our fifth wedding anniversary. The flames flickered. I watched them for a long time, then blew them out. Yes. I had thought it through. What was divorce, anyway? I wanted his inheritance—his money, power, and reputation. I wanted it all.

Early the next morning, Andy's side had prepared an extremely grand funeral for Mia, the decorations were extremely expensive, candles and flowers filled the entire room, he wanted to prove to everyone that he was a good husband, even though they were divorced, he still wanted to hold a proper funeral for his ex-wife who had just died.