Novel & Cerita Beyond Reasons

Mia wrapped her coat tighter around herself, watching waves crash rhythmically below. “It’s beautiful,” she admitted. “It reminds me why I race,” he said quietly. She looked at him. “Because of the sea?” “Because of perspective. Out there, everything looks vast. Whatever you’re afraid of seems smaller.” The words landed gently. She knew what he was referring to. Not the divorce directly. But the aftermath. The hesitation in her voice when conversations edged too close to vulnerability. The calculated distance she maintained even when laughter came easily. “You don’t talk about it,” he said softly.

“How long do you expect me to sit here and watch you fail over and over again? We have a child on the way! You need to get your act together!” Alex exhaled sharply, his mind racing. Five rejections in a row? It didn’t make sense. He had the qualifications. He had the experience. He knew he wasn’t the perfect candidate, but to be turned down this many times? Something felt off. His eyes darkened as a thought crossed his mind. He clenched his fists and stood up. “This doesn’t look ordinary,” he muttered. Tina raised a brow. “What do you mean?” Alex’s expression hardened. “I think someone is behind this. And I must find out who.”

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

Then she turned and stormed out, her braid whipping behind her. I stood there, staring at the empty door frame. My hands curled into fists. Rage prickled through me, but I couldn’t touch her. Liam kicked the leg of a chair, his face twisted with anger. “Dad, is Mom mad at us? Because… because we didn’t bring her to Shadowfang? Is that why she left?” His voice cracked at the end. He was just a boy, but his pain cut through me. I crouched down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe. She has reasons to be angry with me. With us. But that doesn’t mean she won’t come back.” My throat tightened as I spoke, but I forced the words out steady.

I just hope they’ll understand. Sitting in my office, I couldn’t stop thinking about Aderyn. The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. “You don’t want a mate, right?” I asked myself. “That’s right. I don’t want a mate,” I answered. “But why?” “Because a mate will make you weak, especially a human mate.” “In what way?” “In every way. I’m the King. I have countless responsibilities. I have to protect the kingdom, the werewolves. And I have enemies. How am I supposed to save them both if they’re in trouble at the same time?”

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She always loved a good action movie and she loved a strong female lead. I gave her a simple smile. “I can’t go.” She rolled her eyes. “You say that every time. What’s your reason now? Family event? Sick father? It cannot be due to lots of homework.” She asked rattling off previous reasons I’d given her. I could not say I had homework. We only had four and a half weeks left before graduation and the teachers were no longer giving out homework. I sighed trying to think of a good reason. “I have to work this Friday evening,” I admitted.

You should be grateful instead of making ridiculous jokes like this. Serena grabbed the phone again. "Evelyn, please don't be angry with us. "I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize to her!" Adrian snapped. "The more you indulge her, the more unreasonable she becomes. She's not some spoiled heiress." The call ended with a sharp click. When we argued in college, he once spent three uninterrupted months sending gifts and trying to win me back. Now he would not offer even a free apology. After the call, I contacted a real estate agent and told her to list the condo we had intended to use after our wedding.

The room was quiet. "Not wrong in the moral sense," I said. "Wrong in the, incomplete sense. The reasons I had were the reasons I had and they were real. But they were the reasons of a woman who was operating from a wound and had converted the wound into the most available form of forward motion." I paused. "You know what the reasons were. You have always known what the reasons were. I am not telling you something you don't know." "No," he said. "I am telling you," I said, "that they are not the reasons now."