I Can T Say Goodbye Novels & Stories

I met his gaze steadily. “It’s not hate,” I said. “It’s that I finally stopped loving you.” He staggered back a step. “You know what my father always said before he died?” he murmured. “The Morettis owe her, and one day, we’ll repay that debt.” I lowered my eyes and replied softly, “I’m not part of the Morettis anymore. The only person I owe now is myself. It’s a chance to begin again.” He stood frozen and watched me walk away until I disappeared from view.

"If you walk out that door, Carl, you'll regret it." I'd been planning to share with him the good news tonight—that I was pregnant with our baby. He'd always said he wanted a child, but now, he was nothing but rotten. Carl didn't say a word. He stayed silent until the candle burned out completely, leaving us in the dark. "Hailey, it's just this one time," he finally said. "I've already explained it. After this, I won't be involved with her anymore. Why can't you just let it go?"

" ... Sorry JC! I'm sorry! I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why I'm saying this. All I know is I don't want you to leave! I want you to stay JC! I can't afford not to see you!! I don't want to lose you JC!!... " " ... Yes! I know too that you already love someone else. I know that I'm not the one you love anymore! I'm ready in that truth! I'm ready to hurt myself! I already accept that you don't love me anymore, but please say goodbye. I will try to forget you! I willtry to be happy alone! if you are happy with her... " JC can't say anything. Hearing those words make her mouth zipped. " ... Then I'll be happy too. "

Mom seemed genuinely surprised. She was never fond of Jared Hammond, but she knew how much I loved him. If he hadn't broken my heart the way he did, I would've never let him go so easily. Dad, who was also a professor, spoke up. "If you've decided to end it, at least talk it through with him. It's best to part on good terms." I swallowed the bitterness rising in my chest and shook my head. Just last week, while I was still in the hospital, Elsie Sandberg posted on Instagram. "A spontaneous getaway, all thanks to Professor Hammond's generous sponsorship."

Benjamin was stung by those words. Just as he was about to say something more, his phone rang at the worst possible time. He pulled it out. The screen showed: Charlotte. Irritated, he answered, "What do you want now?" "Benjamin, I lost control that day. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I think I have depression. I can't control my emotions," she sobbed. "If you're sick, go get professional help. Don't bother me again."

I took nothing extra—just a few changes of clothes, my passport, and the documents Professor Clark had sent. My phone buzzed again. Evelyn had sent a photo—Damian was kneeling, tying her shoelaces in front of a luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue. The caption: [He said I will always be the woman he loves most. Selena, you should have never tried to compete.] I stared at the photo for a long time. Then, I sent a single reply. "Since you’re the one he loves, you can have him. I’m done." Sent. I placed the phone on the coffee table in the living room.

And now it’s time to give my farewell speech. "Uhm… What should I say?" I asked with a giggle. "I- I don’t know exactly... But to be honest, I don’t want to say goodbye to each of you, maybe because I don’t want this bond, this kind of happiness, to end just like that. I badly want to spend a hundred years with you guys…" And those tears... the tears of joy shed. "Sorry for not doing anything for you guys. I was the reason why our band almost disbanded forever." When I was about to lower my head to offer apologies, they halted me from doing so by coming into me. "It’s not true," Felipe said.

It felt like I had to get everything off my chest. The more I spoke, the more heartbroken I became. By the time I finished, my voice was slightly hoarse. On the other end of the line, Ryan was silent the entire time. It wasn’t until my sobs finally died down that he spoke—his voice cold. "Are you done crying?" There was impatience in his tone, like a bucket of ice water dumped over me as if to remind me how ridiculous I was.

I was not foolish enough to keep waiting for a man like him to change. Seven years was more than enough to shatter any naive, romantic illusions I once had. “Serena, are you really resigning?” A colleague caught a glimpse of my screen and asked in a hushed voice. I smiled, already prepared with my excuse. “Yeah. My son’s father is overseas. I’m planning to take him and move there so we can finally be together as a family.” She nodded. “That makes sense. Raising a kid alone here must be exhausting for you.

Okay I'll stop talking now. I don't do goodbyes so, see you next time in another story but not here because this one is over. Your one and only CJ. XO😍😘