Its Complicated Ending Novels & Stories

And for the first time in our long, complicated, beautiful story… There were no questions left. Only one answer. Us. At last. Forever. The End

Again and again, she pulled me out of despair, but she had also stolen my boyfriend. Then, she became pregnant with his child, only to be cruelly abandoned by him in the end. "Noelle, let's end this here. From now on, we're not friends anymore." Noelle closed her eyes as tears slipped silently down the corners of them. "Dawn… I'm sorry." My steps paused briefly at the hospital room door. Yet, in the end, I walked away without looking back.

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just

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!

DO NOT LET THEM COMPLETE THE EDIT. Emma staggered. The reflections surged. The environment began collapsing into structured geometry. Perfect lines. Perfect rules. Perfect emptiness. The End spoke urgently now. IF COMPLETION OCCURS, YOU WILL CEASE VARIANCE. Emma whispered: “…And I die.” The End corrected: YOU BECOME STATIC INSTANCE. Emma shook her head. “That’s the same thing.” The reflections reached her again. One hand inches from her chest. Emma closed her eyes. And then— She made a choice.

she says, then walks out. I sit down in my chair and hang my head in my hands. “This is a mess,” I say, shaking my head. Sylvana and Nico were supposed to be End Game; they loved one another fiercely and nearly died to be together. This will surely kill Nico; if it doesn’t, then I don’t know. “Not quite,” Christian repeats again, and my head whips up to stare at him. He gives me a smile. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The Unwanted Wife has finally come to an end! ✧ To be honest, this wasn’t how I originally planned to finish the story. But somewhere along the way, my heart changed, and so did the ending. I know some of you may be surprised that the epilogue was written from Lucas’ point of view, but I chose to write it not to justify his actions, but simply to tell his side of the story. I genuinely felt like he deserved that. And truthfully, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless I shared his backstory, and that’s how the epilogue came to life.

It was quite unfortunate, though—due to the extreme intricateness of the workmanship, the people at the shop informed me that they couldn't attempt the restoration. I merely sighed, gathered the pieces, and put them away in a box. I finalized my resignation without a hitch. Emilio signed off on it instantly, appearing as if he wanted me to be out of his life as soon as possible. It was perfect, as it meant less fuss for me. It was finally time for me to leave Estrella, and Christopher and my friends all showed up at the airport for my send-off. "You'd better not show your face here until you've won that competition, Calista! You ought to know that we've got a reputation to uphold!"

Time to end this one way or another. ***

“That’s how this happened.” Hearing someone else say it aloud made my chest tighten violently. “No,” I said. “Natalie,” her voice gentled immediately. “Please stop trying to lie to yourself. You’re too far into this now.” I swallowed hard. “It’s complicated,” I said. “Of course it is,” she said sharply. “You don’t understand,” I said. “I understand more than you think,” she replied, which was true because Maya had always been able to understand me. She leaned back slightly in the chair, crossing her arms loosely as she studied me.