Final Space Final Chapter Novels & Stories

"No, it's fine. You clearly need whatever space you're taking right now, and I'm not going to sit here and beg you to explain something you apparently can't even explain to yourself." I left before he could say anything else, and I drove home with my hands too tight on the wheel again, the same way they'd been that very first afternoon outside St. Andrew's, except this time the tears that came weren't shock, they were something quieter and more exhausted, grief for a bridge I'd genuinely believed we were finally building.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

Note: Huge time jump below. And I know some of you wont like it so I just wanna say this. Please don't look to this chapter as a closure. Please! Your closure was in "Chapter 25-Final" so if you decide to see this as the final, please don't. You'll like the previous one better, trust me. This is a bonus chapter that can play as an epilogue, but it focuses on the future rather than just Roxy and Ace. But please do read it, and enjoy non the less.

The lamp toppled and went out. I stayed on my feet, phone still in my hand, the final card still unplayed. Smoke and darkness filled the bedroom where everything had begun. The question of who remained standing waited for the air to clear.

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

It was redemption. End of Chapter 109

The only one that could set them free. **THE END**

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

When they handed me the divorce certificate, Jessica asked, "If I hadn't terminated the pregnancy… would you have forgiven me? The truth is, even if our baby had been born, she would have had birth defects…" "No." I cut her off. Even if she hadn't ended the pregnancy, we never could have gone back to the way things were. The moment she chose someone else over me, I had already given up on this marriage. The End