I Know You Want To Leave Me Novels & Stories

“Zayden… I know you hate Yarden, but you can’t just accuse him like that. The cameras didn’t catch it, but Yarden has bruises. He said you two were arguing and that you tried to hit him before losing your balance. He tried to catch you, but he couldn’t. He was terrified! He kept saying it was his fault. He said he shouldn’t have been in front of you to make you angry.” “Enough.” I closed my eyes. I felt a cold emptiness in my chest. This was the woman I had loved for five years, but the clumsy acting of a manipulative man was enough to make her lose all sense. “Natalie, get out.” “Zayden…” “I said get out!” I shouted. The movement sent sharp pain through my wound, and a cold sweat ran down m

The room, with its carefully arranged seating and generic art on the walls, suddenly felt like a stage set for this very confrontation, one I hadn’t scripted but found myself performing anyway. I smiled. “I knew it. You guys will always be the same judgemental children that forced me to leave the house” The smile didn’t reach my eyes; it was a brittle defense, armor against the sting of their words. I let the statement linger, watching it settle over them like a heavy blanket. The old house flashed in my mind. Its familiar creaks and corners that once held laughter before they filled with resentment. Leaving had been my only option for sanity, a choice born from exhaustion rather than cruelt

I leaned my head beneath her hand. As the iron gates of the hospital slowly opened, I gave her brow one final touch. I did not follow her into the hospital. I only watched as the vehicle gradually disappeared around the corner. Amid the falling leaves, my body slowly dissolved into countless points of light. I no longer held any resentment. I still wish for us to be together again. Some day.

Please return their favor for me. Lastly, I want to say this. Quentin, I resent you. I resent you for leaving me again and again for Rita. I resent you for making me lose our child. And I resent you even more for marrying me in the first place. Our lives crossed for a while, but in the end, we can only return to where we started. So don't come looking for me. I never want to see you again.] … His hands trembling, Quentin finished reading the letter and sat there for a long, long time.

My thumb slowly traced its smooth edge. The gold felt warm against my skin. It had become part of me. Removing it felt impossible. Keeping it felt dishonest. A tear rolled down my cheek. "I don't know anymore." I whispered to the empty room. "I'm so tired." --- My phone buzzed. It was Lucas. ‘Good morning.’ ‘Have you eaten?’ Despite everything, I smiled. ‘Not yet.’ ‘Then eat before painting.’ ‘That's an order.’ I laughed softly. ‘Yes, sir.’

I want to get out of here! ---

"You don't know me. You never took the time to know me. So don't act like you're actually interested. Are you fucking stupid?" "You'd never talk to me like that. This isn't you," I shook my head and she raised an eyebrow. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Aubrey, what do you want from me?" I groaned. "I want you to leave me alone." "I'm not gonna do that." "I don't care what you want to do because I hate you," as the words left her mouth, my entire world crashed. Aubrey hates me. "Y-You don't mean that?" I stuttered.

"I heard she had her managers sign a bunch of long-term contracts and handed over some assets. I thought it was because she was preparing for marriage. I didn't realize she already planned to leave." Ethan's eyes snapped wide open. His voice rose due to anger. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" His mother grew incensed, too. "I should be asking you that! Why would Stella suddenly leave like that? She used to like you so much. For her to suddenly cancel the engagement and go that far away—you must've done something to her!" "I—" Ethan wanted to deny it out of instinct, but the words caught in his throat. Everything from the past few days replayed before him.

“I want to know where you want me to stay beautiful.” Oh goddess help me!

And despite everything I had gone through Despite everything I didn’t want to feel Despite everything that told me to run I knew one thing clearly. I didn’t want him to leave. Not now. Not later. Not at all.