If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

The closer he got, the harder it became to convince myself he hadn’t seen me. Because he had. And he wasn’t looking anywhere else. End of Chapter 15

He turned around and with his stride, he walked away. My eyes are fixed on his back, the way his step collapses and the strength of his walk as it seems every eye is falling at his watch as he moves. The very ground looks like it is collapsing, and I cannot help but watch as he walks until he disappears completely. “Oh my goodness what just happened” I ransacked my brain as I walked as fast as my legs could carry me until I settled back into the seat. “I saw that, what did he say to you?” Overzealous Jessy asked me as soon as I rejoined her on the seat.

It sounded to me as though he was only teasing me, I wasn’t so sure he meant what he had just said due to his facial reaction and I didn’t know how to confirm if he was being real or he was only playing around, I knew having him in my corner would help me with Joanna’s case. As we continued with our walk, we were both silent, the only thing we could hear were the sounds of the birds chipping, I thought of several ways I could make him, I and Joanna all have a moment together maybe at least Joanna could warm up to him and open up on how things had been between her and Henry. I was brought back to reality when I tripped on the loose stones, I staggered and how I didn’t end up on the ground rem

I told him . Harry didn't argue with me ,he just let me out of the restaurant where his guard's were waiting for him . The ride back home was one of the most challenging ride that I had to go through ,I knew that no matter what this was going to be the last ride that I was going to be having with him and it really pained my heart thinking about it alone ,I just couldn't imagine how he would feel when he finds out about what am going to do now ,that's going to be so heartbreaking.

All in the course of three years. Henry had been the only person I believed in while everyone else mistreated and trashed me. I saw him as my only way out of sorrow, but he betrayed me. I could barely stand the pain of it. Sometime later, the Beta's cold voice pulled me from my thoughts. "We're here,” he informed me.

I hung up and blocked his number and all his social media accounts. Then I set my phone face down on the nightstand and sank into the pillows. Seven years gone. I would no longer have to wake up at dawn to make him breakfast, no longer wait anxiously for him to come home smelling of blood, no longer check his collars for lipstick stains, and no longer pretend not to see every one of Chloe's Instagram posts. No love, no burden. I slept until noon the next day and woke up to a video from Mia. She said she'd run into Alessandro at his usual casino bar on the Lower East Side.

I was surprised to see him but at the same time, relief washed over me that it wasn't him who had appeared instead. “That's not important, what were you talking about? Who are you in love with? And who tried to force you to be his mate? Wait, is it that Beta? I knew it!” He stumped his foot angrily on the floor. “I knew that we should have tried to convince you to follow us back, but it's not too late. Come with me-” He grabbed my wrist, not giving me a chance to speak or explain myself and began walking down the path I just came from.

Out of nowhere, all confident and smug in a cheap suit that he somehow made look expensive. “This is the best view on campus,” he’d said, standing next to me like we were old friends. “Sometimes you can see a rainbow.” I looked. He wasn’t wrong. That rainbow saved me more than he knew. That one sentence, that stupid little glimmer of beauty… it anchored me. Three years later, we met again. And the next seven years? Messy. Passionate. Tragic. Classic Alpha-meets-girl tale, minus the happy ending. Now, he was right in front of me again—but something in him was dimmed. His aura used to burn like wildfire. Now it flickered like a dying lantern.

What the hell had happened to my life? The maid pulled the chair back so I could sit down, facing Matteo. He hadn’t changed a bit in his appearance. His crystal-clear blue eyes stared at me curiously, his black straight hair, the beard, and the chiseled jaw. The only difference now was that I didn’t know him anymore. I didn’t know who he was, or why he was part of all this. He was one of them. And he didn’t even have the decency to break up with me in person; he did it over the phone.