Build The Life You Want Kindle Novels & Stories

His words were longer, more confessional: “I want to build a life with you, Isabella. Not just the fleeting happiness or the moments that make us laugh, but the everyday, ordinary life—the one where I make coffee for you each morning, where we argue over whose turn it is to take out the trash, where I fall asleep beside you every night knowing that we are, in some quiet way, perfect for each other. I love you more than I can write, but I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you anyway.”

She was so vibrant and adorable, like a ray of light shining into my dark life. Looking at my daughter's rosy little face, I silently vowed to raise her properly. I would use the inheritance that Oliver and Paula left behind to live the rest of my life happily and comfortably.

From now on, my heart would finally be free to soar. So no, I wouldn't be sad just because he'd discarded me—because I never needed love to begin with. … At the airport, as I boarded my flight with my luggage, my phone buzzed with a string of messages from Felix. 'Where did you go? Why aren't you answering my calls? Call me right now!' 'Kathy, stop being childish. Come back and apologize, and I'll forgive you.' 'We might not get married, but at least we can still be friends. Be sensible.'

I had spent 10 years clawing my way out of the shadow of my birth, fighting to rise above. Ivy was the perfect partner for that life. And yet, as the pen scratched across the contract papers, sealing the sale of our home, the pain in my chest was unbearable.

6K life (proof I deserve joy) This money is buying me time. Time to heal. Time to divorce. Time to build something real. In my first timeline, I died and they inherited this. Probably spent it on the café or Elena's next crisis. This timeline, it's mine. And I'm using it to stay alive long enough to get free. Grandmother said: build a life worth living. I'm doing that. One impractical purchase at a time. Days until divorce filing: 43 Secret money they don't know about: $55,625

Suck it, Hank! 'Now, I'm part of the Wayne Group. Who cares if you can do a job well? Who cares if you have a great job? In the end, you'll never amount to anything! You'll forever be trampled under my foot! 'Once I return, I'll have Mom and Dad officially disown you so you'll be nothing but an unloved beggar of an orphan!' I could not resist letting out a snort of laughter upon reading that. I truly hope that his smugness would still burn strong after his wedding night.

"Of us. Of this life. Of what we build next." "What do you want to build?" "Something that lasts. Not forever — nothing lasts forever. But long enough. Long enough to matter." --- The waves crash. The stars shine. And somewhere inside the house, two women plan for a future they can't see. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that the only way to build something that lasts is to start before you're ready. And they're finally ready to begin. End of Chapter 161

My silence only angered Vivian as she sneered at me, "Jason put on a suicide act, so now you're copying him too? You're a grown man. Why are you still acting the same as before?" I still said nothing. Or maybe it was better to say I simply did not know what to say. I didn't know whether Jason had truly wanted to die, but when I couldn't reach my asthma medication, I had truly wanted to die. I suddenly felt there was nothing worth living for anymore. I had failed at everything; whether as a husband, a father, or a son. But now, I finally saw things clearly after Death's ice-cold hands brushed through my skin. I had spent my life thinking about everyone else, yet I had kept neglecting myself.

The controlled life, the managed interior, the careful distance. That had been maintenance, not building. She was building now, had been building for two years, and the building was better than the maintaining in the way he had said, fuller somehow, more present in itself. She was building a life. That was the thing she had been afraid of for thirty years and was now simply doing. The large things had become the floor and the floor was solid and she was building on it. End of chapter 54

What I would lay my life on the line to keep. Ivy. My woman. My wife. My family. Webuilt this together, and nothing will ever take that away. THE END