History Is All You Left Me Novels & Stories

My fiance, Adrian Hale, and I had planned to go snorkeling on Valentine's Day. The day we landed in the south of France, I discovered that his first love, Vivian Clarke, had come with us. They insisted on heading into unpatrolled waters. "But those waters are dangerous, shrouded in strange rumors..." Adrian frowned at me. "Sophie, do you have to ruin the mood right now?" Vivian smiled and hooked her arm through his. "With you here, nothing is going to happen to us." Once we were in the water, Vivian recklessly swam toward the deeper channel. A swell shoved half her body into a narrow opening. I swam over to pull her free, but she thrashed and drove her heel hard into my knee. Her elbow knock

Five years ago, at our engagement party, I broke my fiancee's assistant Richard Greer's nose with a punch because I saw his hand slip under my fiancee Pearl Moran's skirt, groping her right out in the open. Yet when security arrived, Pearl stepped in front of Richard and frowned at me. "Alex, he was just messing around. Did you really have to hit him that hard?" To get back at me for Richard, she pulled strings to throw me in prison. My first day behind bars, I ended up in a cell Richard prepped for me. My ribs were broken in a beating. I was fed spoiled leftovers and forced to sleep on the cold concrete floor. The moment I got out, I boarded a flight to Eldermere without looking back.

"Before you say anything", Harry said. "It's important I let you know what is at stake. If you decide to walk away from our little arrangement", Harry said. Anastasia knew she had beaten much more than she could chew. "After I tell you my family history you may understand my plight", Harry said before he started his story.

"This is your fault, you bitch! You're the one who messed everything up. Get the hell away from me! Just go!" Watching the ridiculous scene, I took Jimmy's hand and walked off like nothing had happened. He'd set up a private lounge and taken me to see the most breathtaking sunset at the hunting grounds. … Two months later, late one night, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. Half-asleep, I answered. It was Jerry, and his voice was slurred. "Did we ever have a pup?" He was obviously drunk. He must've come across the clinic report I'd left behind.

In the background, I could hear Anne’s sweet voice asking him how the soup she’d made tasted. It struck me then—years ago, when Evan was trying to win me over, he’d worried about how I often skipped meals while studying. He’d show up at the library with homemade soup in a brightly pink thermos, the cheerful hue completely at odds with his serious demeanor. His smile back then was as warm and radiant as the summer sun filtering through the green leaves overhead. But those moments were long gone, scattered like fallen leaves, leaving nothing but the ache of faded sincerity. I pushed aside my lingering sadness and said calmly, "If you don’t come back right now, I’m filing for divorce."

At the same time, something shattered behind me. I turned and saw Madison standing there, her face pale. At her feet were two spilled strawberry milkshakes. It used to be my favorite drink. The milkshakes had splashed all over me. Madison apologized again and again, crouching down in a panic and trying to wipe the mess with her sleeve. Claire let out a long breath as she rose to her feet and shoved Madison away. Her voice was strained with barely concealed irritation. "Ms. Anderson, when will this end? You being here has done no good to Travis. Please leave. Now."

"It's all just an act. Quit being jealous, okay? Three days out of the three months are already behind us. It'll all be over in 89 days. So, just wait for me patiently." He hung up on me. No matter how many times I dialed, I could no longer get through. Then, a new post appeared on his social media. Wade's soaking wet shirt clung to his abs, and a delicate, slender hand with red-painted nails had slipped through his shirt, resting firmly against his chest. "My baby girl said I'm soft to the touch." My breath caught in my throat, triggering a relentless coughing fit. Half a minute later, a sharp metallic taste flooded my mouth. I coughed up a mouthful of blood, spraying it across the white bl

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

“You’re stronger than you think, Isabelle.” His words settled over me, a quiet reassurance during this dark moment. On the third morning, Adrian left early. When I woke, I found an envelope on the kitchen table. Inside was a thick wad of cash and a note written in simple, neat handwriting: Use this to start over. Don’t look back. I sat there, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Gratitude mingled with a sharp pang of sadness. He was gone, vanished as quietly as he’d appeared.

I got up and walked to the witness stand. I did not look at anyone. My gaze was solely fixed on the pale-faced woman in the defendant's stand. I picked up the diary. “April 15th. Sunny Day. When Isabel smiled at me today, I noticed how her eyes looked just like Astrid’s.” My voice echoed across the silent courtroom. I did not continue reading its contents and proceeded to shut it instead. Then, I turned to my mother and stated blankly, “You don't love me. “You only love that girl who looks just like me. Your deceased twin sister, Astrid Williams.