Novel & Cerita If Only He Had Been With Me Summary

He made us happy and we thought we had found our soulmate only for it all to be a joke on his side. I wiped my tears off and covered my face with my left arm. “I never saw it coming as well and I'm sorry for convincing you to accept him. If only I had listened to you, we would never have been in this situation right now.” I regretted my choices. If only one could reverse the hand of time, I would have patiently waited for my mate rather than agreeing to that liar and scumbag.

he continued. His eyes lit up, almost like saying out those words gave him hope. “And if you won’t come with me—fine, I have already lost enough people, all on my head, I don't want to loose another person, but if I could have just one person with me, I’d be more than glad for it be you beside me, my partner.” I didn’t answer, not right away at least. I looked at him—this man I had bled with, yelled at, carried through war, and been carried by.

“Flight lands at eight. The cars will pick them up. They’ll be here around nine, maybe nine-thirty.” I hesitate. He rubs my arm slowly. “You have time.” I let out a shaky breath… and finally relax into him. His warmth. His steadiness. God… this man. “This is the life I should’ve had from the beginning,” I whisper without thinking. He goes still for a second. “What do you mean?” I swallow, staring ahead. “I mean… I don’t regret my girls. Never. They’re some of the best things that ever happened to me.” My voice softens. “But if I had met you sooner… if I had been with you back then…”

PHILIP There was nothing more important right now than the bond that I had established with Chuck. While I was in the peakest of my fear and trembling, he was on the calmest state of his mind. While I was on the verge of turning back, he was there behind me to make sure that I only had to take a step forward and not backward. He was at his bravest while I was on my weakest. He was at his fullest determination while I was at my emptiest. To simply put that, if not because of him being by my side, I would have gone out of this building already. I would have had returned to the protest area, or perhaps went to my dad to report that Travis was missing instead. Luckily, he got my back.

I had cried because I missed it. I had tried desperately to forget it. Yet somehow... It remained engraved in my memory. Slowly. Very slowly. I turned my head. And there he was. Rowen. My heart stopped. And he wasn't alone. There was someone with him. Michela.

I whisper and look away. “It is not your fault, baby. You didn’t tell her to do this. And we will be okay, I promise.” He tells me as he makes me look at him. “If I hadn’t looked for her.” I start. “If you had not looked for her, we would not have met. So don’t see this as your fault. Meeting you is the best thing that has happened to me. And I wouldn’t change it ever.” He tells me.

Only him mattered, only Maurice mattered and I realized just how much I wanted to be with him. I could hardly wait for ‘later.’

And with that, I wound up the glass, and rested my head on the headrest with my eyes closed. “Let's go.” I said to my driver. Those shameless bunch of ingrates. Cheating on me and displaying it publicly. He will surely regret this. My mind wandered off to Bruce, and I found myself smiling to myself. Damn! I've always loved his gut, and he didn't fail to amaze me back there. Who knows, maybe I would've met Bruce back then if I had gone to this same banquet, but it's all fate. I'm glad we met again.

That… that landed differently. I looked away, running a hand through my hair. “It wasn’t my fault he joined the firm.” “No,” she agreed. “It wasn’t. But everything that came after?” She shook her head. “That’s on you.” Somewhere down the hall, a machine beeped steadily. A reminder that time was still moving, even if it felt like mine had stopped. “If you had just told me,” I said again, quieter this time. “If I’d known he was being followed—”

“No. But if I wait until I am, I never will be.” He stood up and walked to the window, watching the city below. The streets were alive again — people moving, cars honking, life going on. For a man who once owned half of it, he looked strangely small against it all. “You don’t have to do it alone,” I said quietly. He turned to me. “Would you come with me?” The question caught me off guard. “To meet him?” “Yeah. Just to be there.” I didn’t know what to say. The old me would’ve said no. I’d learned the hard way that other people’s wars could destroy you if you stood too close. But something about the way he looked at me — the mix of fear and hope — made me nod.