Last Thing He Told Me Season 2 Novels & Stories

He took a sharp step around the edge of the table, cutting off her path. “Claire. Please.” She stopped, her body freezing, but she didn't look back at him. Ethan lowered his voice, the raw desperation completely shattering his CEO composure. “I never... I never wanted things to end between us like this. You have to believe me.” Claire closed her eyes tightly for half a second, swallowing down the bitter taste of seven years of wasted loyalty. Then, she turned her head slowly, looking at him one last time. “Neither did I, Ethan.”

Not even hate. It was a regret. Deep and raw. And maybe a flicker of something else. Remorse? The silence between us stretched. Thick. Tense. I held my breath, afraid to say the wrong thing. Afraid to say anything. Then, finally, he spoke. “I am telling you the last time. Stay away from him.” The words barely passed his lips. So quiet, I almost thought I imagined them. I stiffened. “What?” “Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me…” He trailed off, voice cracking. His gaze dropped to the floor like it was too heavy to keep looking at me. “You heard me, right!”

Five years into my marriage, my private investigator sent me photos while I was at a foundation gala. Adrian was supposed to be in Paris closing an acquisition. But the photos showed his private jet parked in Aspen. He was walking down the stairs with his arm around a young dancer everyone had been talking about. I looked through them all and forwarded them to my lawyer without making a fuss. [He's broken Clause Seven again.] Adrian had added that clause himself before the wedding, back when we were still in love. For each act of infidelity during our marriage, I could choose one of his personal assets. The first time, I took the penthouse in Tribeca. After that came a winery in Napa, a priv

When the door closed, he spoke. "I have to go, love, but I'll talk to you later." "Who was that?" I asked. "My partner, she has...some intel on the business I came here for." He explained that made sense. "Oh ok, I'll talk to you later. I love you." "I love you too, bye." He hung up, leaving me with my thoughts. - Chapter 43: Partner & Test -

They froze the image and faded to black right before I spun around to seek shelter in his arms. They started the tag, the last short block, with Brandon sitting on top of the Manor porch steps. “And that’s the end of the story, my friends. At least, the end of my story,” he said with a mild smile. “You already know this was my last episode leading the Haunters investigation team. I don’t know what lies ahead. I do know I’m leaving behind the most meaningful part of my professional life. One I don’t regret, even though it could’ve cost me my life and my very soul.” He stood up to come down the steps in no hurry. “Remember what I said about my many health issues?” He opened his arms. “They’re

He exclaimed, a surprise still stuck on his face, I beamed and nodded several times. "Dang! In all of our friends you're the last person I could ever think that will come." "It's been a while since I last saw all of you, especially you, and of course after knowing you'll come I instantly consider going. I also didn't come to our last reunion, so maybe it'll be fair to go now." "So do I. I'm busy these days. Oh, I just got back home from Saudi, I rushed straight here also because... no one will greet me in the house anymore." He said, he faked his laugh but I can see a sincere sadness on his face.

Unfortunately, before he had the chance to confess, Irene had gone abroad. Ever since then, Sinead had never heard him mention Irene's name again. Later on, after that one-night stand between the two of them, they had only grown closer. She thought he had long since let go of Irene. She had never imagined that Irene was still the perfect first love he never talked about, yet never forgot. The heartache that had only just eased surged up once more, and the pain left her hand shaking so badly she could barely hold her phone. There was a heavy thud, and Nelson turned at the sound, a lazy smile on his lips. "Done with your shower? Then you can check out later. I've already paid for the room."

“Gone how?” “Last I heard she was staying at some big estate outside town. She said it was complicated family stuff. Then poof. Radio silence.” I pull my phone over, open the photos, scroll to the last selfie we took, carnival lights behind us, both of us making stupid faces. I turn the screen toward him. “This was the last time I saw her in person.” He studies the photo longer than necessary. His jaw tightens, just a flicker, but I catch it.

He looked stunned which somehow surprised me. I just hope he wasn't doubting himself because he was just perfect last night. He shook his head, downed the remaining content in his cup. “I have something to tell you." I paused, my hand frozen from swirling the tea. “What do you have to tell me?" He looked away and fixed his gaze on something behind me. Then he finally returned his gaze, "It's about Aiden, it's actually about what happened years ago, his acclaimed infidelity."

I pull him up and fix his body on the bed. “Chels…” He’s murmuring her name. “Just sleep jerk!” the audacity of this guy maliciously mentioned my fiancée’s name. [GIGGLES] “I… rea---lly… real-ly … layk yohmm” “Do you want to die?!” [GROANS] “I… don’t… nev—er wan-a leave yo--- layk Deyl diiiid” His last words were faint but I can clearly comprehend it.