Gone For Good Harlan Coben Novels & Stories

Her disappointment stung harder than the IV in my arm. "Shawn is the head of a mafia family. Ruthless and cold. Do you think a man like that would ever be gentle to a woman who tricked him into marriage? Do you think using suicide will make him care?" She scoffed. "Grow up. If you pull this stunt again, no one’s going to save you." No comfort. No concern. Just shame. I stared at the tiny holes in my hand from the needles and wondered when exactly I became someone so easy to give up on.

Now, I just felt pathetic. It turned out that all my and Darryl's sacrifices were so Kyson could save money to spoil another woman. By the time I finally managed to steady my emotions, the couple had already walked away. I turned to see their backs growing smaller in the distance. I stood there in the shadows, like a scruffy gray mouse. Just then, the saleswoman approached and asked, "Have you decided which fabric you want?" I nodded, setting down the white cloth and picking up a piece of deep blue fabric. "I'll take two of these. How much is it?"

Everyone immediately swarmed him. "President Sutherland! You have to help us! Imelda is firing all of us!" However, Shawn couldn’t care less about them anymore. His face was deathly pale as he grabbed my wrist and whispered hoarsely, "Imelda, can we talk? Please?" … Inside my office, Shawn stood with his head lowered. In just a few days, he had become a shell of his former self, but I felt no pity—only an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. The once proud, arrogant Shawn Sutherland had fallen so low. Was this not the perfect retribution?

Same pajamas for days. Greasy, unwashed hair. She seemed to age overnight, going from polished and middle-aged to frail and old. The neighbors came by one after another to comfort her. "Sharon, you have to let this go. Kaia ran off with a boy. None of this is your fault." "That's right, Mrs. Keene. You've spent your whole life doing good deeds. Good things will come back to you. You and Mr. Keene are still young. You can always have another child."

His voice softened with relief. After hanging up, I stared out the window. Seahaven's night was still bustling with activity. I knew from now on, I'd have to walk this road alone. I switched on my laptop and sent a proposal I had just finished to my supervisor. At the end of the email, I added a few more sentences. [Mr. Warren, if there are overseas assignments in Faricia or Zionia, please consider me first. I'm not concerned about hardship as long as the allowance is high.]

I was too focused on feeling wronged and never had the chance to figure out what was going on before I died. This time, I had to uncover the truth no matter what! The private investigator said it would take some time, but he'd get back to me soon. Finally, I saw a glimmer of hope. But first, I needed to figure out how to get off this highway.

“Ever since Katy became my apprentice, I don’t think I've ever sat down and had a proper meal with Willow. “I don’t think we celebrated a single holiday together. Even the gifts I gave her—I picked them at random. Many of them were duplicates. “I just counted… in the past three years, I’ve canceled or just ghosted her for all our marriage registration appointments. “Even so… I never thought we’d really part ways. “But today, Willow quit. She left for Solara.” “I see,” Billy said slowly. Then the line went dead. Half an hour later, a text message arrived. [Headquarters approved it. You’re flying the first Solara route tomorrow morning.]

"Do you know where your father is?" At the word "father", Waldo flinched, like a horrible memory had struck him. He sat frozen for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah, I know." "Where is he?" Derek asked gently. Waldo shook his head. "He's dead." After Maynard escaped from the psychiatric facility, he somehow managed to track down Darlene, who was a fugitive now. With a mix of coaxing and deceit, he lured her to a deserted island.

That’s a whole different mess waiting to explode. Nothing ever stays simple. Not at Ridgeway. Not with people like us. I took one last look at Jenny’s classroom door before turning away. No matter what happens next, one thing is certain for Caleb. I don’t forgive. And I don’t forget. IAN’S POV I rushed into the class, my heart pounding harder than it should have. I barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, Lily’s face appeared in my head too still, too quiet. The truth was right there, just out of reach, and it was driving me insane.

She'd already decided to leave. She'd listened to him talk excitedly about their future while quietly figuring out how to disappear from his life entirely. "Where is Eleanor now?" Harrison placed the document down slowly, his voice low and laced with authority. "Give me her address." Bryan kept his response professional and distant. "Mr. Luther, I was only hired to deliver the documents. That information isn't part of my duties." "I can pay you," Harrison said, staring at him. "Name your price."