Everything I Never Told You Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter 20 … … “The maid told me everything.” He stated with serious eyes. Lydia stared at him with a shock. Her eyes opened widely as tears pooled in her eyelids. She could not believe that finally he knew… He knew her pain… He knew her misery… He knew her tyranny… She was confused… She wanted to scream… Tears slicked on her silky cheeks and split into three ways. She poured salty water as her lips quivered and her hands shook. She took a deep breath and cried loudly: “I didn’t steal the necklace… I did not hurt Sofia… I did not do anything wrong…”

Rile me up unnecessarily and make me relive the pain of what had happened to me in the past? Make me remember the fact that his mother almost killed me and my child? Or the one where he had left me for another woman saying he played with me? When Tam went to sleep yesterday, I went to my drawer and pulled out the letter he wrote to me. His last words to me all of those years ago. The ring he gave me was still with me. I don't know why I couldn't find it in myself to throw all of those things away. I've tried so many times not to go back to them, but I still do it. I read the words over and over again to the point where it gave me a headache.

My scalp felt like Bennett's ruthless pull was tearing it off. The pain was so intense I had to stand on my tiptoes to lessen the strain. Finally, I slapped Bennett, and his grip loosened. The slap seemed to snap him back to reality. "Holly." His voice was gentler then, tinged with regret but also a note of caution. "We've come too far to throw it all away now. Let's forget about today's mess and move on, live our lives well from here onward."

His words were filled with remorse, as if such promises could earn my forgiveness. But instead of replying, I calmly took out my phone and played a recording. Ryan's words from yesterday rang out clearly in the room. As Carlen listened, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck him. His expression twisted from hope to shock, and finally, to deep, bitter pain. Only now did he realize that some wounds couldn't be healed with words. Some chances would be gone forever once missed. My eyes were as cold as ice. Every word I spoke landed like a hammer to his chest.

One night, after the rain had passed and the sky smelled like soil and newness, I opened the first page. And I read until morning. Excerpt – Letters I Never Sent I was never lost. Just waiting to be remembered. By the people who whispered my name into fig trees. By the voices that left cassette tapes in kitchens. By the strangers who became family through pages. This is my story. And I’m not asking for silence anymore. I’m asking for echo.

She sat down behind the bus driver as the doors closed behind her. Ellie pulled out the phone her mom had given her in the car before they had left and turned it on. She scrolled through the apps, noticing a notification indicating she had 3 new text messages. She ignored the notifications and opened the audiobook application. Her finger scrolled through the books loaded on the phone and the books she could d******d. She pulled out the headphones that came with the phone, plugged them in, and scrolled through the preloaded classics on the app. Tears came to her eyes as she saw Pride and Prejudice. She hit play, settled her head against the glass window, closed her eyes, and listen to the soo

I stand there for a long moment in a room where my parents’ entire story apparently began, holding the exact object that has shaped so much of what’s happened to my family this past year. Eli watches me quietly, saying nothing. I look down at the book in my hands, at the cracked leather cover, at everything it apparently represents, decades of history, betrayal, blackmail, blood. “This stupid book,” I say finally, “has ruined enough lives. This ends.”

"Yes, you do. You know exactly what we're talking about. You know exactly what we found. You know exactly what you did. You know exactly how deep this goes. You know exactly who else was involved. You know exactly what you've been hiding. You know exactly what you've been running from. You know exactly what you've been afraid of. You know exactly what you've been protecting." "No. I don't. I have no idea. I've never seen those records before. I've never touched them. I've never signed them. I've never authorized them. I've never approved them. I've never seen them in my life. I've never heard of them. I've never known they existed. I've never known about them. I've never known anything about

I am trying to make different ones. A young woman wrote: I am twenty six and I am not married and I have never been betrayed by a partner in the ways you describe. But I read your book because my mother gave it to me and I understand now why she gave it to me. She was telling me something about what she has been inside for thirty years that she could not say to me directly. The book was what she could offer. I called her after I finished it. We talked for three hours. It was the first honest conversation we have had in my adult life. Thank you. Adaeze read this one sitting at the kitchen table on a Wednesday morning and felt something move through her so completely that she had to put the ph

I'm begging you! His thoughts wrapped around me in layers. My feet stopped. I turned back to look at him. His face had gone bloodless, which only made his eyes look redder, as if the blood in his chest had risen straight to them. In that moment, his grief and his despair were so real. My heart softened, and I was about to speak. Then his words came down on me like a hammer. “Leaving? Fine. Give me back everything I gave you first, then you can go!”