It Ends With Us Trilogy Novels & Stories

"Yeah, but your stuff is still here. Your mother's belongings are still in the house. You're just going to leave them behind?" My heart tightened. I hadn't expected him to use that against me. He snorted, "Don't make me ask again. I've already sent you the address." When I arrived at the private room at the bar, they had already drunk well past the third round. Outside the door, I overheard someone ask Terence, "Is it really over? Aren't you at all upset?"

Wentworth. As we sat at the dining table, Mr. Wentworth informed me that he had already submitted his resignation letter. "With a guy like Dominic in charge, sooner or later, the company's going to end up in shambles. I might as well go for early retirement and enjoy the life of a retiree. After all, I still have Nat, so I don't have to worry about the family's finances after retirement." Mrs. Wentworth poked him in the forehead with an exasperated expression, seemingly used to Mr. Wentworth's devil-may-care attitude.

Always us. THE END

As the credits rolled, I felt a bittersweet pang as I realized it was over. I turned too Mich, trying to process my mixed emotions about the trilogy's finale. "It feels strange, you know?" I mused aloud. "I’m thrilled we saw it, but I'm also a bit sad knowing this might be the end." Mich nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "True, it's kind of a bummer. They’ve done such a fantastic job with these movies, and it's hard to think there might not be more. But hey," he smiled reassuringly, "at least they ended on a high note, right?"

She was finally home. The End

Another Elijah? *** The End ***

Eternal peace. THE END

After saying all that, she turned and walked out without hesitation. The door slammed shut behind her. I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my face. The mother who raised me had died a horrific death. The person responsible was still warning me not to cause trouble. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. When I opened them again, nothing remained except overwhelming hatred. I reached for the pendant hanging around my neck. I pressed a tiny hidden button on the back. After five years of marriage, even Suzanna never knew it was an emergency communicator.

It was big, and it had everything I owned in the house. Lauren stared at the old home. It was empty and dead. The only thing left for her was a template of a building. Finally, she sensed something off. Panicked, she held my suitcase down. "You're really not coming back?" I snatched my suitcase back from her for the last time and cut off all ties with her. "Of course. We're divorced. I see no need to return." Lauren's eyes slowly went wide. She thought she was hearing things.

We are home. THE END