Four Years Later Novels & Stories

Anything. *** 4 years later. Aldrich Sunlight shimmered through the leaves of the trees, birds calling to each other in the sky. And I admitted to myself, after four years of raging battle, I forgot things like this happened. I was passing through the forest outside of my home, rediscovering details I never had time to analyze. I forgot about birds, about the details of life and the way the clouds sometimes float over the sun and dragonflies that hovered just above the ground.

He looked much better than before. I pulled out my phone and called my assistant. “Please help me to run a background check on someone. Her name is Lucy Shuman, Amy’s daughter. She lives in Riverside Estate, Building 3, Unit 2. Please find out whether she gave birth at Westside Hospital three months ago, and who the father is, as fast as you can.” After hanging up, I stood by the window for over two hours. After Lucas’s heart rate stabilized, I only found a chair to sit on.

"The entire family business... I'll put you in charge of it all." "We'll be the most powerful couple in Italy." I pulled my hand away. "Why can't you just tell the truth?" Soren was silent for a few seconds, then dropped the act. "Does it matter?" He looked at me, his usual entitlement written all over his face. "The outcome is good for both of us." I had to be sick in the head, completely crazy, to still be wasting my time on him. I stared at him for a long moment. Twelve years. I had been through twelve years of blood and chaos with him.

Unexpectedly, in the fifth year of our marriage, Jessie told me she wanted an open marriage. She was not asking. She was announcing it. Shane, the man who hit my father, was her 44th lover during our marriage.

FOUR YEARS LATER The weather was dull. It was freezing outside. The yellowish orange leaves were falling from the trees, allowing the trees to regrow new leaves. A young woman sneezed as the air rushed past her. She rubbed her nose, which had turned red. She quickly covered her nose with her thick white scarf. Beside her, a young man uttered a mocking utterance. "Even after four years of being here, you still can not adapt to the weather in our pack.”

Lorian slowed down his steps. He stared intently at Holly. His gaze was intense and unyielding. Lorian knew he was losing his composure. However, he was finally reunited with Holly again. What did it matter if he lost his cool? She had been gone for four years. Four freaking years! In those four years, they hadn't contacted each other via text or phone call. They hadn't even heard each other's voices. They had zero interaction. Lorian's face was tense. After a moment, he forced out a few cold words through clenched teeth.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

Four years later: It has been four years since Camille came into their lives, and now her birthday is just around the corner. As the month unfolds, excitement fills the air in their home. They can hardly believe how quickly time has passed; it feels like just yesterday they were cradling their tiny baby. Now, she’s a lively four-year-old, full of curiosity and laughter. With her birthday just a few days away, they are busy planning a special celebration, eagerly reminiscing about her first steps and words, and looking forward to making new memories as they mark another wonderful year in her life.

I hope the news will be false. "Tell me everything is wrong," "Everything is ... true," I don't know what to say anymore. I am speechless right now. "How long has it been?" "It's almost four years, ma'am." He said and that's it. I end the call. I can't hear it anymore. I can't believe it, after twelve years. Why Jared? Why did you do this to me? Four years? It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin.

ADELINE “You came to pick me up?” I let out a scoff, arms crossed. “Cole. We haven’t seen each other in what, four years? Five? And this is how you reintroduce yourself?” “Four years, seven months.” He said it without blinking. “Not that I was counting.” “You were counting.” “Maybe a little.” God, he hadn’t changed at all. Still that same insufferable grin that used to talk his way out of every mess in college.