It Didn't Start With You Audiobook Novels & Stories

I picture his hands, his body, and before I know it, I’m lost in the memory, my fingers moving faster as I give in to the moment. And then I hear it. "That’s it, little deer, move those fingers quicker." The words are low, almost like a groan. My eyes fly open in shock, and my heart stops. Did I just hear that? I hit the rewind button, replaying the last 20 seconds of the audiobook, but it’s not there. There’s no trace of those words. I replay it again, just to be sure, but still… nothing.

My phone rang. Seeing the word "Honey" on the screen felt like a cruel joke. I meant to decline, but my finger slipped and answered it instead. "Come here." Just two words, but Luca's voice carried a sharp authority I had never heard before. The voice of a mafia heir, not a husband. "I'm busy." My voice was flat and empty. "I was shot. You're my wife." I didn't react. His tone turned colder and harder. "Alivia, get here now unless you want Sacred Heart Hospital to shut its doors. Your precious coworkers won't have jobs anymore."

Right before I died, he leaned in and whispered, "If it weren't for you, Gloria and I would've been together. So if there's a next life... let me go." That was it. Whatever love I had left burned out. Gone. So when I came back, I avoided Evan like my life depended on it. Eight years. No contact. No mistakes. And I still ran into him. *** I had zero interest in wasting time on either of them. I just wanted to find Mia.

"Sandy and I were stuck at work earlier. If Baron hadn't shown up in time, we'd have ended up just like you." Of course. The moment the storm hit, the first person my husband thought to pick up was her. It was as if I did not even exist. No wonder she looked so pleased with herself. I lifted my head, forcing back the sting in my eyes, and took the towel from him, casually drying myself. "It's fine. It only started raining halfway through my walk. There wasn't anywhere to call you from." My calmness seemed to catch Baron off guard. He studied me carefully, then frowned.

"What changed? Why do you want so badly to rekindle something that was burned to ashes?" Justin opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Whatever speech he had prepared, whatever perfectly crafted words he had rehearsed on the drive over, they had abandoned him completely. All that remained was the thundering of his heart and the weight of his guilt pressing down on his shoulders. "I was wrong," he finally said. Three words. Simple. Inadequate. Everything. "No." Bianca shook her head, sending more tears flying. "You weren't." The silence that followed was devastating.

I told him sharply, and he smiled. The attendees gave us popcorn and ice creams and the room darkened the more as it was time for the movie to start. I came to realize that the title of the movie was, 'The Notebook' I've heard a lot about the movie on the internet and haven't had the time to watch the movie since I was so devoted to my K-dramas. I took a spoonful of the strawberry and vanilla mixed ice cream into my mouth and didn't realize when I had leaned closer to Kayden and rested my shoulder on him.

I walked towards the right side of the building feeling to punch someone right now with the image burning in my eyes. I am such a stupid guy. I thought fisting my hands but didn’t stop walking at all. I so wish I brought the revolver with me. I shook my head and decided to clear my brain to stop the headache I am feeling right now. I heard my mobile ringing, and I lifted the call saying, “Hello?” “Adithya! Is Janice fine?” I heard her brother asking. “She is fine! Why?” I asked him. “Her phone is coming busy. So you both reached the resorts then.” He replied.

He hadn’t even gotten started yet. To be fucking continued.

Little anchors. But this was not a note. The first line read: This is not a story that began with you. But it belongs to you entirely. I stopped. I read the line again. I read it a third time, pressing the pad of my thumb lightly against the letters as if the contact would explain something the words themselves wouldn't. Then I closed the notebook. My hands were not quite steady.

“Start it June 3rd. 9:01 AM. CEO. And Dada. And ‘just us.’ All of it.” “All of it,” I said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 14th. Day 39. Not fear. Not waiting. Just us. *