How It Ends Novels & Stories

If not, I’ll just end their story there; an open ending isn’t too bad anyway, right? Thank you so much for reading and voting for Trillionaire After Divorce! -Ostrich

I interrupted softly, “I just want to enjoy these last few hours I have with him.” Her expression fell immediately because she understood exactly what I meant. Because deep down, I already felt it. Things between me and Zaire were about to change forever. And there was a very real chance that after tonight, I would lose him completely. Maggie reached across the table again and squeezed my hand tightly. “No matter what happens,” she said gently, “you still have people who love you.” I nodded slowly, but my chest still ached. Because the only person I wanted was him.

“I know exactly what it will do.” The world shattered. And her final words echoed through the collapsing system— The ultimate cliffhanger. “It erases you first.”

Clara's POV This is how it ends. Not with a dramatic reversal or a final revelation. Not with justice arriving in a thunderclap or love declared in a doorway. Those things had their moments earlier in the story and they were real and they mattered. But the end of a life, even a life that contains a death and a rebirth and all the specific architecture of everything I have told you, does not arrive as a single moment. It arrives in the morning. This morning.

I said, “we decide how to end this.” Because one way or another… This was going to end. And when it did…. Nothing would be the same again.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

As the doors shut, he collapsed to the floor. Ramona rushed out with Howie in her arms, hurling curses and insults at him. I had thought revenge would make me feel satisfied. Instead, exhaustion swallowed me whole. All I felt was an empty space in my chest.

The doctors had no better option, so they agreed to let me sign. As I lay on the operating table and the anesthesia entered my body, one tear slipped from the corner of my eye. Ines Sutherland, this is the last tear I will ever shed for you. From now on, we go our separate ways. We have nothing to do with each other. Three days later, once my body recovered a little, I checked myself out of the hospital. Then I called a courier and had the hospitalization record and divorce agreement delivered to Ines. After that, I took a cab straight to Brookhaven Airport and bought a ticket back to Harbor City.

We made a bet on Jeremy’s final choice. If she won, I would have to give her five million dollars and send her overseas so she could get away from her parasitic family. If I won, she would voluntarily donate one of her kidneys to me. It was very fair. But none of us had ended up winning. I knew Jeremy would always return to me after playing the field. However, even though he chose me, I had lost my feelings for him over time. Bailey was just an opportunity for me to wake up from my dreams.