Before I Let Go Novels & Stories

"You're close and you're holding back because you always hold back. Let it take you." "I can't –" "You can. You've been controlling everything since the divorce. Let go of it all. Right now, with me inside you. Let go."

He knew Hazel didn't care, yet he refused to lose his grip on her. "Fine," he finally said, his voice returning to a flat tone. "Don't wait up." "I won't," Hazel replied lightly, patting the unwrinkled shoulder of his suit jacket. "Good luck, Diego." She turned and walked inside, leaving Diego standing alone at the door. He watched her retreating back, a strange sensation gnawing at his chest. This departure felt... wrong. Usually, he was the one leaving Hazel in an emotional state—angry, hurt, or weak. This time, Hazel was the one calmly "releasing" him.

This time, I didn’t respond. He seemed to sense something. “Sarah…” He paused, about to turn back, but Julia caught his hand. And just like that, he left. That day, the sky was clear and bright. That day, my heart felt light. That day, I finally ended a failed relationship. I boarded the plane and left it all behind.

The year Leonard Jasper goes bankrupt, he takes a job as a butler at the Sullivan residence to make money. Wanting to help him shoulder his debts, I join him and take a job as a maid there. But when static from my cheap knitted shirt shocks Xandra Sullivan, the Sullivan family's eldest daughter, Leonard locks me in the shock room. "Honey, she's Ms. Sullivan. We're household staff. If I don't punish you, we'll both lose our jobs." He shuts the electrical cabinet door, giving me no chance to defend myself. After being shocked until I'm covered in purple bruises, I finally manage to crawl out of the shock room, only to find Leonard pinning Xandra against the wall, kissing her passionately. With

My parents died when I was young, so I grew up by my aunt’s side. What she did not know was that I had been secretly dating her best friend, Yvette, for three years. One night, after Yvette had too much to drink, she looked at me with her hazy eyes. “You should be with someone closer to your own age. How about I find someone for you?” I looked at her deeply and nodded. “Sure.” In my previous life, I refused. I even bravely proclaimed to the entire world that I loved her. Under pressure from her family, Yvette had no choice but to marry me. However, after we were married, she became almost completely indifferent toward me. Even on the day I underwent a heart transplant, Yvette was off s

Ever since I catch Wren Sinclair cheating on me, every day when she comes home, I'll pin her down by the entryway, pull off her skirt, and spray high-concentration alcohol all over her private area to disinfect it. Knowing she's in the wrong, Wren always cooperates with me, her eyes red as she gently tells me to stop. But today, she comes home nearly two hours late. When I smell men's cologne on her, I lose it again, grabbing her collar. "You were only half an hour late last time, and you slept with a man. Now you're two hours late. Tell me! How many men was it this time? Four?" Wren apologizes to me for the 29th time, but when I push her away again, she finally snaps. She raises the bac

The day I caught Drake cheating for the eighth time, I went mad and snatched up the still-burning cigarette butt, pressing it viciously against his crotch. "Just do whatever you want." Faced with my near-hysterical state, he neither dodged nor resisted. Instead, he simply closed his eyes wearily. His response stopped me in my tracks, my hand frozen in midair just as I was about to throw caution to the wind. I froze, suddenly at a loss, no longer understanding what exactly I was trying to do. After all, there was almost nothing I hadn't done just to keep him by my side. I had slit my wrists, jumped off buildings, stormed into hotels with the media in tow to catch him in the act, and even

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married. I looked at her, smiling. She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject. The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes. My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one. So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.

Because I loved him, I eventually chose to forgive him and reconcile. Since then, I never argued or complained again. But this time was different. I wasn't throwing a tantrum. I was truly letting go.