I Already Moved On Novels & Stories

Had I meant it? No, I simply said that to make Freya sound better, to make it feel like I haven’t gotten over her but in truth, I don’t think I want to be stuck in the past. I better move on and settle for the future I want, the future that doesn’t have Freya in it.

Because I have been holding out for my mate. Later on when everyone was leaving I waved my goodbyes and hug some, . I was packing up for college. I thought I am gonna start fresh and don't think about how I was betrayed 3 years ago and now I am moving forward in life.

" I closed my eyes. My face showed no emotion. The past no longer concerned me. I had moved on and built a new life for myself now.

I made sure to move on before starting a new life. Whether my ex-husband was alive or dead was of no concern to me. I could hardly care whether or not he was a good person. All I wanted to do was to cherish the people around me and live a good life. I would live and let live. That was all there was to it.

However, over time, I realized it hurt more to hold on than to let go. So this is my goodbye. Not out of anger, not out of resentment, but from a quiet, aching place that understands this was never a love story. I’m not waiting anymore. I’m not looking back. I’m choosing to move forward with open hands and a heart that’s tired but still willing to believe in something new.

And now, nothing. I shook my head, there was no point on dwelling on the what ifs or could have beens. It never did anyone any good. What was done was done, no one could change it. All we could do was move on. And I was all too familiar with that. Just as I had moved on from my parents' death, stepping up to take the position of the Alpha soon after, I knew I would move on from this too. Ivy's trembling voice from behind me put a halt to my downward spiralling thoughts. "She...she..." Ivy couldn't complete her sentence for she was crying too much.

He did not dare to think that he was actually so sick. He couldn't help but smile to himself. If this goes any further, he might even believe the stories of ghosts and gods. "Jackson is about to get married, look at you! What has become of you now, sober up and behave well in prison. Your father and I will find a way to get you out of prison early!" Jackson loves Isabella so much that he can give up the past, so what can't Aiden do? Aiden smiled to himself. Jackson can forget the past because he never hurt Isabella.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “No,” I said gently, but firmly, “you didn’t mean to. But you did. And that’s why I had to let you go. And I’m okay. Really. More than okay.” I took one last breath before I made my final point. “I’ve moved on, and I hope you do too.” With that, I ended the call. I let out a long, quiet sigh, staring out the window at the night sky. I was done with that chapter. Tomorrow was my wedding day. Tomorrow, I was going to marry the man who had loved me from the very beginning.

I had so many memories tied there but most notably the conception of the Cookie Jar. I was sad but in the end, I knew that I had made the right decision. Moving was scary, but it was also liberating. I had a clear mindset to figure out what I wanted to do now. The entire week, Caleb had kept his word and not attempted to contact me to which I was grateful. I needed as much space as I could get to deal with this. ***

His voice filled with distress, but I could not let his words affect me. “I can’t trust you anymore, Levi.” Only time and acceptance can heal the damage in my heart. “I am now happy with my life. I moved on, and should you too. Let’s just put an end to this tragic story of us, shall we?” I suggested as I smiled, but Levi just stared blankly at me.