I Can't Let You Go Novels & Stories

He could play the part for now, pretend for the cameras and the guests—but the anger inside him wasn’t gone. Mira thought she could walk away? She thought she could just divorce him and live in peace?

Lucas says as I stand and he walks to me. "Lucas I'm not going to pretend this is easy. I'm not going to say that I don't love you. Because of course I do. You know that I do. It's because I do that I'm doing this. It's because I love you that I have to let you go." He took another step toward me, and he was close enough to pull me into his arms. I took a step back, out of his reach. "Let me go, Lucas. If you love me, let me go."

“Then I swear on Johnson’s life—I’ll fix this. Tomorrow.” “You’ve already broken it.” “I need time.” “You had seven days.” “I’ll end it,” he pleaded. “I’ll send her away. Please, just let me make this right.” Grace took a step back. “You swore once that you’d never become your father.” “I remember.” “Then remember this: I’m not my mother. I won’t stay for shame.” She turned and left him standing in frost. He didn’t follow. --- Back in her room, Grace stared at the ceiling, the stars outside her window too distant to feel real.

The tension thickens. “Let go of me,” I mutter under my breath. Without missing a breath, he responds: “Never. It’s literally impossible to let go of you, Candy."

Zoe didn’t try to hide anything. She calmly told George everything about her past. At the end, she smiled faintly and added, “Honestly, I think I was pretty stupid. I ran myself into the ground and ended up with all these scars.” As soon as she finished speaking, George shook his head and said firmly, “No. You’re amazing.” There was a deep tenderness in his eyes that made Zoe’s nose sting. But she smiled again, more at ease now. “Anyway, it’s all in the past. I’m doing well now. What about you? Do you think you’ll ever be able to let go?”

"Wanwan, I should never have let you go. What should I do now? "Wanwan, my heart beats for you. How can I let go of you?"

"No… Was it Florence? I won't let her go. I'll avenge you! "Audrey, we'll have another child. Please don't leave me, okay? Don't give up on me—" he cried, his expression showing unmasked pain. "Martin, it's too late. I won't trust you anymore. I'll leave, and I… don't want you anymore." Martin sobbed, trying hard to reach me through the iron bars. "Audrey, I was wrong. I was out of my mind back then. I was just too jealous of my brother.

"I don't want to hear another word about him! I've made myself very clear. He and I are done. We are never getting back together!" With that, I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

"I'm not ready, Claire." The words should have hurt. They had hurt before. The first time he said them, I told myself he was young. The second time, I told myself his career was brutal. The third time, I told myself marriage was only a piece of paper, and what we had was bigger than a date on a calendar. Eight years later, he was still not ready. "All right," I said. His jaw tightened. "That's it?" "What else do you want me to say?" "I want you to stop making this harder than it needs to be. Wear something normal to Maya's wedding. Don't turn Halewick into a scene."

Jake looked across the desk. "You'd let her leave." The words landed with surprising force and Jake didn't answer immediately. "You'd hate it." "Yes." "It would break you." "Yes." "But if she genuinely decided this wasn't the life she wanted..." Jake closed his eyes. "...I'd let her go." Noah smiled sadly. "Exactly." "Because loving someone isn't trapping them." "No." "It's giving them the truth and trusting them with the choice." Jake let out a long breath. "I hope it never comes to that."