It Ends With Us Based On True Story Novels & Stories

To keep our families from suspecting anything, I planned to wait another two years before telling them the truth. Through Eugene's recommendation, I secured a position at a major overseas company. On the day I left the country, he personally came to the airport to see me off. Right before entering the boarding gate, I turned around and hugged him. Eugene froze for a second before wrapping his arms tightly around me. "Dawn, do we still have a chance to remarry someday?" I smiled faintly. "That depends on your performance." We looked at each other and laughed. The future still held endless possibilities, and I hoped that the next time we met, we would both be better versions of ourselves.

I had dragged her to the bonfire and drank with her until dawn, saying my wish had finally come true. Now, so soon after, I was preparing to vanish completely. "Are you serious?" she asked, her face full of worry. "I thought you were just speaking out of anger when you said you were canceling the ceremony. You chased him for twenty years. Now you’re suddenly letting go. What happened?" I told Lyndra everything that had occurred over the past month: the marking, the pup. Lyndra kicked at Raelor’s portrait with force. "Ungrateful dirtbag!

"It was your precious daughter, plain and simple, who drugged me and set me up, then framed me for the theft to root me out for good, forcing a conviction onto me." "I'll tell you the truth: the whole point of holding this auction tonight was to drag out the truth you people buried back then!" The words had scarcely landed before cries of shock went up all around.

She got locked up in a psych ward for public endangerment. Then it was the Thompson Group's bankruptcy. After Alex lost the partnership with the Hines Group, other firms followed up and cut ties with him. He vanished under massive debt. Days later, a body was fished from the river. It was Alex. I read the news, not feeling much, and shut off my phone. Then I opened a letter left at my door that morning. The envelope had no sender. In it was a rose. I hesitated briefly before throwing it into the fireplace.

His. Lisha stood beside him holding their baby, tears in her eyes. “You got it back,” she whispered. Dave shook his head slowly and looked at Mr Wellis. “We got it back.” Mr Wellis adjusted his jacket modestly. “I merely dislike bullies.” News reporters called it one of the largest small-business fraud crackdowns in recent years. Headlines praised the bravery of victims who stepped forward. But inside the bakery, none of that mattered. What mattered was the oven warming up again.

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

Always us. THE END

"What do you know about it?" Jace leans back in his seat. "All I know is the girl won some pageantry shit. She was supposedly beautiful, that's why she caught a lot of attention. Personally, I couldn't give two shits about what a little girl looks like. Unfortunately, her fame led to her rape and murder. The news of her death filled all the news outlets here and ran the whole year. That must be because it's the most interesting thing that has ever happened here since Raul caught a big ass fish," he snorts, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Roman believed there's more to the story."

Yes, our family is finally complete. THE END.