Novel & Cerita It Ends With Us Chapters

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The world around us fades into oblivion leaving just the two of us under the moonlit sky cocooned in our own happy bubble. The End ==================================================== Bonus chapters coming soon. Thanks for reading! Kellisa Kelly

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

Addison: [Henley, why aren't you answering my calls? Addison: [Are you tired of me? How could you treat me like this?] Addison: [If you don't call me back, we're done!] And so, Henley caved. The moment the call connected, his voice softened to a "Babe, I'll come see you today, okay?" Joanna stood just a few steps away from the balcony, hearing every word with unsettling calm. Her heart felt nothing but numbness. After clearing out the house, Joanna took one last look around.

And trust me… that moment is now. A special chapter is coming—one that will tie up loose ends in a way you never expected. It’s the final piece, the last puzzle, the moment you didn’t even realize you were waiting for! So brace yourselves… because the ending you thought you knew? Think again. Stay tuned—you won’t want to miss this! With all the love and excitement, Gift Teey

Hello my lovies, It’s your author. Hope you all are doing well. Because I am not. I can’t believe we are here. 197 chapters… and we are almost at the end. Thank you for being part of this journey, for loving these characters and for holding onto this story until the very end. We now have only two chapters left. The epilogue. But I don’t want you to think of this as an ending. Because it isn’t. From where it ends, another continues. Romeo and Irene. I know some of you are already curious.

While he was getting cozy with Wendy, did it ever cross his mind that we still had three days left before the contract ended and our bond officially broke? Back in my room, I looked at the photos of the 18 events I'd planned. They were proof of my effort and my memories. I took them down one by one. Right after I tore down the last photo, Blake reached out through the mind-link. His tone was sharp and accusatory. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? This itinerary is way too complicated. I can't make any sense of it! Wendy is at a total loss!" I was speechless. Still, I figured I should take responsibility, so I calmly said, "Do you want me to come back and run it?"

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

I paused for a brief moment before replying in a calm and peaceful manner, "Yeah, I won't be returning to the country. Please stop calling me, Zeke." I hung up the phone. I had basically severed all ties with him. I stared at the skyscrapers outside. From this point onward, Zeke Jones and I had nothing to do with each other. We would never cross paths ever again.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”