How To End It Softly Novels & Stories

he says looking me in the eyes. "Thank you," I say a soft smile forming on my face. "Could you please come a little closer so I can tell you something?" he asks, his eyes focused on mine. I get closer to him, waiting for him to say something. He comes closer and lands a gentle kiss on my cheek. I stood there, my eyes wide open, unsure of what to do. Without moving, he whispered in my ear. ''Goodnight pretty smile, and thank you for taking care of me.''

I said softly. The final line of code executed successfully. “I don’t think I’ll ever forgive them enough to stop.”

And now it’s me and Sofia. Time to end this.

Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no. My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

I ignored the sharp pain in my heart and said softly, "William, I agree to the breakup. I won’t bother you anymore. "But I have one condition. Give me a wedding. No marriage license, no legal ties, just put the ring on my finger yourself, like a real husband would." I asked carefully, knowing he would refuse. However, I still held onto a faint glimmer of hope. "Fine. I’ll do it." His unexpected answer made my heart pound. I quickly said, "After the wedding, I’ll disappear from your life forever. I won’t interfere with you and Jennifer." The moment I finished speaking, his expression turned icy. He clenched his jaw. "What a deal, huh? Whitney, I’ll make sure to play my role as your husband at

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

the man says softly. He pulls her back further. Into the shadows. Step by step. And I don’t move. Because she told me not to. Because she chose this. Because I said I wouldn’t decide for her. But as she disappears into the darkness— her fingers slip from mine. Slowly. Reluctantly. Gone. And the last thing I hear— before the silence swallows everything— is her voice. Soft. Breaking. “I’m sorry.” Then— nothing. And for the second time—

And one way or another? This ends now.

Let's end this. ***

"We don't want the same things." "Fine. You want out? Then we'll handle this carefully. We'll stage the breakup. Mutual decision, amicable separation, nothing but respect and admiration. We'll control the narrative." "No." "No?" Her eyebrows rose. "What do you mean no?" "I mean, I'm not staging anything. I'm ending this on my terms, and I'm doing it within twenty-four hours." Katherine's face went pale. "You can't be serious." "Completely serious."