In Five Years Ebook Novels & Stories

But my sincere devotion and dedication over the past five years had been nothing but a joke to Leonard. Tanya took off her clothes and lay on the massage table. Her fair, tender skin was covered in hickeys of varying intensity. The marks trailed downward, and I couldn't bring myself to look further. I stiffly took the massage oil and poured some on her back. As soon as my fingertips pressed onto her skin, Tanya let out a tiny moan. I immediately froze.

Five years ago. Water streams down my chest and abs, slithering all the way down to the drain, and as I close my eyes, five years later, I can still see hers. I think of those mocha hazel eyes staring right up at me like I was the man who’d come to solve all her problems instead of destroying her. The vivid memory of trying to pull back from kissing her to eventually giving in, slams me right in the chest, and I groan like a man reminiscing about how good it felt to take a bite out of a forbidden apple.

I just hope to God he can help me fix what I broke… Because five years is a long time to be a ghost. And I’m done haunting her from the shadows.

The bell above the bookshop door chimed softly as Ava stepped inside. The scent of old pages and steeped tea wrapped around her like an old friend. The shelves hadn’t changed much in the years since she last came. Still crooked in places. Still filled with poetry and rebellion. It had been five years since the garden. Five years since she stepped through the glass doors of the Sinclair Wolfe Foundation and whispered to herself, This time, it’s mine. And it had been five years of real, messy, beautiful work.

Dylan sent the poor maid away, and Jessica had thought the maid did something wrong, but the maid was innocent. Dylan insisted that Jessica must cook his food and spend time with their kids, and Jessica happily did all that if it would make their marriage work and please Dylan. Yet, Dylan was filing for divorce now. Jessica cried, "No, Dylan! I cannot divorce you. After five years of marriage, no! This cannot be happening to us." Dylan paused and replied, "Just sign the divorce papers and leave, Jessica! I'm not the first man to divorce his wife, and I won't be the last."

Sleep well where you are and wait for me. Five Years Later……

"Are you a sow, Penelope? How in the world are you able to still get pregnant after five miscarriages? I study medicine, so you can't trick me—I know signs of pregnancy when I see them. "I'm going to become Sam's real wife soon, and you're nothing more than just a useless substitute for me. You're the outsider in this relationship, and he's just using you to satisfy his physical needs, got it? That child inside your womb will never be anything more than a bastard. "Right, do you want to know what happened to your past five stillborns?" Then, she took out her phone and shook it in front of my eyes, as if she was showing off, and my entire body shuddered in anguish.

And for the first time in five yeαrs‚ I felt whole. The end.

Chapter 13 : Echoes Across Time Five years had elapsed since the landscape of my life had been reshaped by Evelyn's mysterious disappearance. The once-vibrant cityscape, now familiar in its contours, bore the indelible marks of the passage of time. In the wake of her absence, the metropolis had become a silent witness to the ebb and flow of seasons, each change a reminder of the years that slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.

"How old are they?" "Five." A muscle worked in his jaw. "We should go," I said. "Our driver's waiting." "Mara." "There's nothing to discuss, Luke. We're here on business. I didn't come looking for you." "But you're here. In Z City." "It's a large city. People live here. People visit. Standing in the same airport isn't a reunion." "Five years." His voice dropped, controlled but tight. "Five years of silence. And you just walk through arrivals like …"