Atlas It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

I smiled and said gently, "Is that so? Congratulations, Catherine. But… I'll have to decline. Send him my best." The call ended. I drifted to the balcony, where Celandre's skyline stretched before me, a forest of steel and glass. Drawing a deep breath, I looked into the boundless sky and let a serene smile curve my lips. Goodbye, Liam. Goodbye… to my past.

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

“Who was near the unstable frame right before it fell?” Macy hesitated, pretending to think before saying, “I think it was Ms. Nara.”

I didn't need to be there to know she nodded and probably smirked in satisfaction. "That's good to know. So when will you be back in Ohio cause I have a job for you" the moment she said that I felt a flip of excitement in my stomach. "I'm leaving Italy tomorrow, I'll be in Ohio at nightfall" "Perfect. No need to come to the casino, I'm going to send you the location of this person and what you need to do" she instructed. "Your wish is my command Don" she hung up and not long after she did I got an incoming call from Martina which I still didn't want to take but for the sake of my respect for her I decided to do just that.

It was a smile he had never shown me. At that same moment, my communicator received an anonymous message. I opened it. It was a gestation report stamped with the red seal of the Healing Sanctum. The words were clear: "The pup is developing well. Four weeks. Name: Seraphine." My gaze dropped to the date. It had been issued a month ago.

--- Three Days Later The sun had long since set, leaving behind a sky the color of bruised plums and a city slowly twinkling to life with streetlights and office windows. Bianca stepped out of her black Lamborghini, her heels clicking against the concrete of her private garage. The engine hummed softly before cutting off, and the sudden silence was almost deafening.

But when I thought about the life I had imagined after leaving, one where I would raise that baby on my own, it still made my heart ache. Once Madre Greco confirmed that I was fine, she let me go. She handed me a card before I left. "A new identity has been arranged for you. There are 50 million dollars in this account, and the property in Newick is already under your name. Live peacefully from now on. If anything ever happens, come to me." I nodded and boarded the plane without hesitation. … After arriving in Newick, I rested for a few weeks before taking a job at an art school near my villa. When I wasn't teaching, I traveled and visited the beautiful places I had missed for years.

The last I heard of Lauren and Sean was when I opened my second bakery. I cut the ribbon with Kendra by my side, our happiness mirrored in the dazzling wedding rings on our hands. A customer in the shop glanced at the news: “Last night, a homicide occurred outside a nightclub in Atlas City. “Investigations revealed that the suspect, Lauren Geller, argued with the victim, Sean Tanner, over a personal dispute. “Geller stabbed Tanner with a knife. “Despite emergency treatment, Tanner died while Geller was taken into custody…” I paused for a moment, the news barely touching me, then smiled and posed for a photo with Kendra.

“It is not forgiveness. It is simply that I no longer want anything to do with you.” I pressed the button on my wheelchair, backing up half a step. “Mr. Benson, Mr. York, regarding our business partnership, a designated representative will handle the follow-up with you. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave.” With that, I turned my wheelchair around and began moving toward the door. As I passed Tyler, he suddenly grabbed the armrest of my wheelchair. “Nora! Don’t go, please don’t go!” His face was stained with tears, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The first line was: Luela, I know I'm the last person you want to hear from. The second line was: I haven't been able to sleep since I learned what your husband has been doing for the last two years. I read the second line. I closed the email. I clicked delete. I sat in the bed for a count. I went to the kitchen. Atlas was at the marble with a glass of water, reading a memo. He looked up. "Lu." "Atlas." "You read the email." "I read two lines. I deleted it. I'm telling you because I told you I would tell you when something happened."