Novel & Cerita Farewell The One I Love The Most Novel

“Okay sis, I gotta go but I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.” “I love you too, Gage.” We hang up and I go straight to bed. I don’t bother changing my clothes. I wake up long enough the next two days to eat something and shower and change into a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. On the third day, the day I leave, I call him one more time. “Hi, Jace, I promise this is the last time you’ll hear from me. I don’t want to ruin your happiness. I just wanted to let you know I’m going home today. I love you, forever. Bye.”

I passed the meals off to my coworkers, and he did not even seem to mind. Then, on my birthday, he pulled a full-on romantic gesture—down on one knee, right in front of everyone, and popped the question. "Harriet, can you give me one more shot? You're the one I love, the only one for me. I can't be without you. I've totally cut Yvonne out. She's history, and she won't bother us again." His eyes were full of hope, but all I could say was, "The divorce is set for tomorrow. Don't be late again, or I'll have my lawyer take it to court. Trust me, it'll be a mess for you."

Chapter 1 Nova’s POV The heavy wooden door of the chapel creaked as it closed behind me. I stepped inside. The last rays of the Friday evening sun shone through the stained-glass windows, filling the room with deep red and golden colors. My heart pounded hard against my chest. I could still taste the salty ocean air on my lips. Outside, the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in the distance, making the chapel feel alive. I didn’t stop at the usual side of the confessional.

She held his hand to her neck. Moments after, they both landed in the promised land with happy moans from either side, as he shivered while Theola prayed it was an everlasting moment. They both crashed into bed to rest. Rolf held her from behind and kissed her cheek, "I love you". "I love you too", she replied. They both slept soundly till it was daybreak. In the morning, Rolf stood up, stretched his body, and walked to the window side to have a look at the beautiful horizon in their secret place. Theola observed Rolf's perfect body. He could not have enough of him.

He was just pretending not to know. I took a deep breath and used the very last bit of patience I had to explain it to him. “Felix, you said it yourself that Grace is the woman you love most. You said I stole her place as the admiral’s wife. You said Maple was obedient and well-behaved, and that you wanted to be her father. You were also the one who forced me to answer those ridiculous military questions, which led to our child’s death and nearly cost me my life.

On the day she left, delicate, light snow sifted down from the sky. Yuliana carried the box filled with love letters she had written to Charlie over the years but never dared to send, along with diaries filled with his name, out into the courtyard. She burned her love for Charlie into ash, and in the rising smoke, her younger self drifted away. As snowflakes drifted down onto her shoulders, she wondered how long it would take for the snow to cover the charred remnants of her past. Lost in thought, she didn't hear the footsteps approaching from behind.

If nothing else, I wanted to give our doomed love story a fitting final scene. When my birthday arrived, the venue was filled with lilies and balloons—romantic and delicate. Only, Connor had forgotten one small detail: my favorite flowers were vibrant red roses. Lilies were Lindsey's favorite. My silence must have given me away, because realization dawned across his face. "Sorry, Rachel," he murmured, guilt creeping into his tone. "I must've mixed it up." I steadied my emotions, forcing a faint smile. "It's fine." The moment my calm expression registered, the remorse vanished from his eyes.

The interview continued after a commercial break. "I'm a fan of your work. I have bought and read every single book you published. My favorite book is Her and Me." She continued. "I'm still curious why it ended that way. And would you ever consider writing a sequel for it." " Her and Me." I sighed. "That was my hail Mary to my first love." I admitted. "What do you mean?" "It's been so long since that book was written and I always refuse to talk about it because that book is personal to me. The truth is I am Aliana in that book." I admitted.

She clenched her fist and thought no one could ever be as jealous as him. As the sun shone through the window and summer flowers were in full bloom, there was a man and a woman confronting each other inside a glassy office. They couldn’t settle these scores even in the span of a lifetime. Author's Note: My dearest readers. I'm so happy that you guys have been here all the time and read this book. Now, this is the last chapter of it. I really hope you guys enjoy this story and would have an incredible love story too. Words can hardly express how happy I am. This is my first completed story, and I'm just so glad you guys keep following and supporting it. If you still want to read more romantic

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r