If Only He Had Been With Me Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

If I only knew who he was the first time I met him, I would have run... to him. If I only knew who he was, I would have held his hand. He is the devil. No other evil could match him. He is the devil and he is on my side. And I know now, I am the safest when he is behind me. It was different, yes. It was unusual. But the man, who I should have feared, became my only companion.

He may have spent very little time training me or helping me, but he had played a large part in it all. If it hadn’t been for him and his need for a contract, I don’t know if I would be where I am today. I unquestionably don’t think I would have been able to face Chad the way I had. He helped me when I needed it, now maybe I can do the same for him. “Okay.” I consented, not knowing what else to say. Before he had a chance to add anything else, I left the office. Now that he was going to be staying with me, I wanted to take some time to myself. After we had come back home, I had gone straight to the shower to wash the blood off me.

That I’d rather be with her than him? How have I never seen his pain? I have always thought that we were on the same page. I thought that he understood why I was doing what I was doing. True, we never outright talked about it, but we had spoken so many times about getting her to come back to us. I thought he saw it for what it was. I can’t believe I could have been so wrong. I don’t know when I fell to the ground. When I had stifled my sobs with my shirt so that I could listen to what my mate was saying to a virtual stranger. A male that we had only met yesterday.

Hunt hisses to me. "You do not have to be. I do. You can go back to our normal life if you want. There is no shame in it. I made my own bed." I point out helpfully. He sighs and shoots me a glare. I know that I am not always the easiest person to be friends with but by now he should know that. It is not like he has not had plenty of time to get to know me in our past. We have been together for as long as I can remember. He is the only reason that I am still alive at this point. He has always been my voice of reason.

Maybe it was my coping mechanism toward not being able to remember anything about my past or it was this instant attraction I felt towards someone who might have been very important to me in the past. He rose to his feet gradually but didn't approach me. “I wish that everything I’m going to say right now will help you remember, but I don’t think it works that way so I’ll just say it as it is. There is proof that my words are true in case you don’t believe me.” “Go on,” I urged him. He started by telling me how we met and informed me that I had a best friend whom I’d known for years. My heart nearly caved in as I collapsed on the chair, sadness and regret clouding my mind while Mama Audrey st

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"But you are with me now", I told him suppressing a smile. "Yes. I was supposed to run alone and leave you at home. But now we are here together because of you", he said to me. "Are you sad that you are here with me?", I asked him. "I'm not sad. How can I be sad? The only thing I wanted in those lonely days was you. Now you are with me. I don't care about the consequences. But I know that there will be hell to pay for this", he said closing his eyes.

He never did. Only now should I realize how unbelievably stupid I had been to even think of leaving him, to get angry at the truth. To imagine a life without Philip. I had not accomplished anything on my own; if he wasn't with me, I would've been somewhere on the streets looking for food just so my baby would be alive. But here I was, because of Philip. The door opened, and the man in question walked in. His appearance didn't seem like the meeting had gone horribly bad. It was as if he had actually had fun. There was a vivid light in his eyes, the ghost of a smile on his lips, and a lightness of himself.

I was done trying to understand why I had been left behind. The only person who had truly acted like a mother—the only one who had loved me without question—was already gone. And I had missed my chance to say thank you in person. But this… this was enough. I rose to my feet slowly, taking one last look at the grave before turning back toward the car. Enzo, Henri and his other men were waiting a few steps away. When I reached him, he didn’t ask me if I was okay. He didn’t need to. He simply held out his hand.

What would happen to me now? What a great mistake I had made. My life would have been better, if only I hadn't fallen for him. ***