If Only He Had Been With Me Summary Novels & Stories

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.

Why continue this charade, letting me believe we had a future together? Unless… Unless that night had been a goodbye. A final moment together before he returned to his true mate. Just like Mason warned me about.

"Drive, let's go celebrate!" Only then did he realize that he had nothing left without me. It was never that I could not live without him; he was the one who could not live without me. That had felt oh-so-sweet.

The world faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other's arms. As we pulled away from each other, I knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, only if I had met him sooner and he wasn't getting married. I wasn't ashamed of almost giving myself to him. I wanted it.

If only I had told him I loved him. If only I had listened to my instincts. If only I hadn’t gone to Morocco like I did, inviting danger I couldn’t control. I close my eyes and see his face, the last words he whispered in that alley: “Please… say I love her.” I should have. I should have said it. But now… now there’s only the grey. Only the ache. Only the unbearable weight of his absence. And yet… I’m still here. My body survives, but my soul? I don’t know.

I asked him as he shook his head, coming to stand next to me and glancing at me. “Only heard about it. Never made it,” He said to me as I pursed my lips together, giving him a nod of the head. My lips turned upward as I glanced at him standing next to me. “You know. A few weeks ago, wouldn’t even stand here because I only thought of having a mate and giving myself to him.” I chuckled softly, sipping from my cup. “And now I’m here. Throwing out every belief I had,” I added, shifting my attention to him.

He said and pulled my face closer to his. “I missed you so much, Harlyn. We shouldn’t have been apart. I should never have ever said those words that I said to you.” I knew what he was talking about and I agreed. We shouldn’t have been apart at all. The moment he marked me, we should have been together. but then, I couldn’t change everything that happened if I was given a chance to. I met really cool people and also found my strength and ability. I dare to say it was all fated. It was all meant to happen the way it didn’t and we shouldn’t question what happened.

If he just lowered his head and glanced at the words on the paper, he would learn that I didn't have much longer left to live. If I hadn't seen his messages that day, we would still be together, even though our feelings were no longer mutual. Perhaps the string of tragedies wouldn't have befallen me then. If only I hadn't met Zack at all. Unfortunately, it was pointless to think about the "if only's". There were too many coincidences that led to us making too many mistakes. I stood in place and watched Zack's retreating back until he became a nearly indiscernible black dot in the distance.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. I could already hear the next words he would have said if he was here. I knew him like a book, we were like pickles and cucumbers inseparable. “We had so much we were supposed to do together. How am I supposed to carry all this without you? How am I supposed to lead them without you at my side?” “It should’ve been me,” I whispered, my throat burning. Not you. I should’ve been the one who fell. I'm losing my mind already. You were a great leader. You weren’t supposed to go. You weren’t supposed to leave me here… alone.”