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“William, I feel a little dizzy.” William immediately lifted her into his arms and left. I watched silently. This time, I didn’t feel sadness or pain. I followed Mike back to the hospital. His phone suddenly rang on the desk. That was my phone. Since my family couldn’t be contacted, Mike had been holding onto it. I leaned in and saw that the message was from William. “Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.”

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.

It was covered in grease stains. I let out a dry laugh and went to the bedroom to grab my suitcase. At least there was one upside to traveling all the time. I'd never unpacked, so there was nothing to pack anyway. But I was so exhausted that I ended up falling asleep sitting on the floor of the closet. My phone woke me up. It was Diana. "Ivy, check the trending page right now. Dexter got caught cheating." I opened the link, still half-asleep, and then shot upright.

Ivanna Striding between the rows of shelves, I scan through all the books. It's been a long time since I got new ones. Honestly, I don't find the time for reading anymore. "What about this one?" Christian grabs a copy of 'IT ENDS WITH US "Do you think I haven't read it yet?" I chuckle. "It's my favourite one. I told you already" Twitching his lips, he puts it back on the shelf. "You have so many favourites''

I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.

Bella I was thinking about the movie as we walked out of the theater. I had really only paid attention at the end, when the mother looked at her new baby and said that line: ‘It ends with you, it ends with me, it ends with us.’ A few minutes later, the credits rolled. I could always watch it again. That is, if I could stop my brain from replaying this whole night on a loop. The song playing over the credits was one I love, so I sang along softly as we joined the crowd heading for the exit.

"Grandma, I wrote our story. Like you said. The next chapters." "Read it to me?" She did. All of it. The years after Louis. The growing family. The love that kept going. I listened, smiling, heart full. "Perfect," I whispered when she finished. "Absolutely perfect." Then I closed my eyes. And Louis was there. Reaching for me. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready." We walked away together. Into the light. Into whatever came next. Our story was complete. But it would keep going. Through Will. Through Lily. Through all of them. Love never ends. It just changes shape. --- **THE END**

no problem can stand in our way. ……… The End Thank you so much for reading the book. Love to all my readers. Alaheeza…..

Everyone was so happy …. This is the end of Max and Asia story… If you will like to pick up with Jae and how things will turn out… read my other novel… I appreciate everyone that took the time to read this book. My First novel completed 🩷🩷🩷

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer