Novel & Cerita Leaving Was The Only War I Won

For Damian Blackwood, the war was over. He had not won by conquest. He had won by love.

“I will contact a lawyer to discuss the divorce proceedings as soon as possible. Don’t worry, I won’t regret it. Just don't bother me again.” I answered coldly and hung up the phone. I had a gambler’s spirit of accepting my losses and the courage to start over. After all, it was only ten years—I could afford to lose. I had come from a small town and I used to feel insecure about it, but now, it gave me an incredible sense of peace.

Julian opened it with shaking hands, and his world collapsed. Dear Mr. Marchetti, I have found the soldier who was with you and Mr. Carter in Normandy. He has given a sworn statement. Mr. Carter did not save your life out of heroism. He knew he was dying of his wounds. He bribed the soldier to shoot at you, then stepped in front of the bullet. He did this so you would owe him a debt, so you would take care of Lydia for the rest of your life. You were a fool to believe them.

Each line meant. "Wish I could say their give-up easy to haul. That claiming makes loss okay. That win wipes grief. But nah. We claimed. Lila out. Alliance safe. And these twelve still gone. Still dropped. Still hurt by who loved 'em. That's war real. That's leading bill. That's what we haul." She stopped. Eyed each pyre. Seemed etching faces through fire. Seemed vowing recall. No forget. Haul 'em with.

After saving money with Justin Pierre for five years, we finally went to view a house. My best friend, Maria Houston, came along too. "The master bedroom needs a walk-in closet. Can we knock down this wall?" she asked Justin while pointing at the floor plan I had been looking at for the past six months. "I'll get a designer to take a look tomorrow. You can change it however you want." The two of them discussed everything, from the direction the apartment faced to the tiles, from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the bathtub. Meanwhile, I stood in the corner, unable to get a word in. When it was time to sign the papers, he seemed to suddenly remember I was here and said, "We'll put this pla

“You can’t fire me anymore, CEO.” “I can still yell at you.’ “That is my cue to leave.’ “Micah.” “Hmm?” “I am proud of you too.” “…That makes two of us.” I walked out before she saw the smile. For the first time, I wasn’t leaving a warzone. I was leaving home.

Sometimes, leaving is the only way I get to keep my soul. *****

At the dream we'd just fought so hard to protect. The victory had been real. But so was the new, chilling truth scratched onto that cheap paper. The war wasn't over. It had just gotten personal.

“Well? What are you waiting for? The cows aren’t going to clean themselves.” I didn’t look at my mother. I didn’t look at Renee. I just walked away, the sound of a single, choked sob from Carla ringing in the perfectly manicured air. The war was on. And I’d just won the first battle. Now I was ready to entertain any battle coming my way.

"You're unbelievable. To think you can't even handle a minor illness without whining like a baby. But there's nothing left to discuss. This is final." With that, she grabbed her things and sauntered out of my ward, leaving me behind in endless darkness and despair.