Five Years Wasted Novels & Stories

Marissa Caldwell marries me to save the man she truly loves, Damian Davenhurst. For five years, she never once treats me like her husband. To her friends, I'm nothing more than a fool who comes running whenever she calls and disappears whenever she tells me to leave. "Cyrus Halden, you're basically her lapdog. She calls, you come running. She tells you to leave, and you leave." Whenever they laugh at me like that, Marissa simply smiles and says nothing. Once, when I'm burning up with a fever that won't break, she leaves the country with Damian just to escape her mother's constant nagging. Another time, I drink until I'm vomiting blood from a stomach ulcer during a business dinner whi

No more begging for love. No more pretending not to notice lipstick stains on his shirts. No more waiting alone at the dining table until midnight. No more smiling while another woman proudly carried my husband's child. I tightened my grip around the small suitcase beside me. Five years... Five years of sacrificing my dreams. Five years of living for a man who had never truly been mine. I laughed bitterly. "What a fool I was." A black luxury car stopped beside the gate. The driver hurried out and opened the rear door.

Dad's younger brother, Liam Graham, leaned back in his chair with a smile. "What's gotten into you? Did something set you off, or did you have another fight with your dad?" I told him the flat-out truth. "I just realized it's been five years, and while the cost of living and rent have gone up, my salary hasn't budged an inch. Five years ago, I had two offers in my hand—one for nine grand and another for ten grand. Mom told me to work for you, claiming we're family; you won't shortchange me.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

Five years of marriage. One carefully planned con. When Federico pushed Evelyn Gambrelli away with cold words and divorce papers, she thought her whole world had collapsed. Her father went to prison. Her mother died. Her husband became the new Don of her family. And she had been nothing more than a pawn in his game of revenge. "You never loved me?" she asked. Federico looked at her, his eyes perfectly calm. "Never. It was all a lie." Five years ago, he'd sworn at the altar to love her forever. Who could have guessed that every passionate vow he made was a lie? When Evelyn "vanished" in a deliberate plane crash, taking the secret of her twins with her, that cold-blooded man lost his mind. He

On the day of the Red Alert storm, the underground parking garage flooded over three feet deep. I was trapped right under a ventilation duct, holding my daughter, Daisy, as she suffered a severe asthma attack. When my husband, Theo, drove a rescue boat into the garage, I burst into tears and begged him to save our child first. Instead, he pulled up right next to his first love, Sophia, and leaned down to grab her wet shoe. “Her health is fragile. If her shoes stay soaked, she’ll catch a fever.” I begged him to just take one look at Daisy, her lips already turning blue from lack of oxygen. However, Theo just sneered. “Let her catch some fresh air to clear her head. Tell her not to act al

Once again, Alex Feinn, my partner, had work commitments on my birthday. Before he left, Alex gently kissed my cheek and tried to reassure me. "I'm sorry I have to miss your birthday again this year, but I'll make it up to you with a gift." I smiled and brushed it off. Once he was gone, I decided to surprise him and went looking for him. Instead, I saw a woman run into his arms. I recognized her. It was Quinn Bayer, his childhood friend, whom he had once told he was in love with. Quinn slipped her arm through his. "Cathy and I share a birthday, but you spend it with me every year. Aren't you worried she'll find out?" Alex took her purse to carry it for her, looking completely unconce

I am still under him, and I still have to obey every single one of his orders. I watched the screen go black as I inhaled a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the scent of green grass and blooming flowers. I wish I could come here more, I thought to myself. I really did, because every time I was actually allowed out of the house, I was usually somewhere filled with the stenches of blood, drugs, or sex. But as I continued walking, I quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. There was no point in thinking about something that would never happen. There was no point in being sad about something that never had any hope. There was no point in all of it, because at the end of the day, I was jus

Dennis froze, opening his mouth but failing to form any words. I looked at Dennis. "Dennis, no matter what, those five years are gone. Even if I didn't stage my death, I would still feel… you're no longer the one I would choose." The color drained from his face, but I continued. "Don't force me to call everything we had a mistake. Or perhaps you'd rather I really were dead before you could finally let go of me?" "No!" He interrupted me sharply, his eyes filled with profound sorrow, his voice edged with desperation. "Tracy, I was wrong. I was really wrong. As long as you're okay… please, don't go dying on me again. I... I'll stay away."

It's a truth I've come to know since everything I wanted to build was demolished before it even became a reality. Celina sighed and I took a deep breath, wishing today could last forever. I wish the days were an eternity since five years ago, when they handed me over to a wolf like I was fresh meat. Five years. My God, it seems to have passed in a breath. It went by so quickly since my initial wish was that tomorrow would never come—even though I knew it would. I just hoped to change this fate, change the fact that my dreams would be demolished, that again the cruel world I live in won over the world I want to live in, and that now everything I imagined for myself would be trampled on as if