Letting Go After 99 Letdowns Novels & Stories

Since he couldn't find me, he then forced me to contact him on my own. How heartless could he be? I let out a breath and wiped my tears. "I'll never apologize! You're angry after waiting for me at City Hall for one day… Then what about me? I have waited for you a hundred times! I won't marry you anymore. You can marry whoever you want! I wrote that piece for you… But you gave it away! We're done!" Theodore couldn't react to everything and simply yelled back angrily, "Ellena! Just when are you going to stop this madness? Come back and…"

"She's probably hiding some surprise for Shawn." "Maybe the object for her hundredth confession." The crowd guffawed. Of course. Ninety-nine times I confessed, and every single time, I had to be the one to cheer Shawn up. For three years, I faced failure after failure, yet I never backed down. Now, I had nothing left. My mother teared up. "Get away from her!" Shawn's friends ignored her and rummaged through my purse. They found the NDA and presented it to Shawn like it was some kind of treasure.

Henry, I missed you so much… Three days had already passed when I woke up in the hospital. The doctor told me that this miscarriage had caused significant harm to my body, and I would never be able to have children again. I nodded in a daze. The doctor let out a sympathetic sigh and reminded me. "Ms. Lynch, the online discussions are very chaotic now. It's better that you avoid reading them and get more rest." "Alright, thank you." My mother brought me lunch at noon. When she saw my pale face, her eyes became teary. "Drey, you've suffered."

I admitted, pitying not just him but myself. “I understand… Trust me… I really do… Because if only I could change how I feel, I wouldn't be loving you right now,” he continued, sounding defeated. Right at that moment, I knew he was about to surrender. However, "surrender" wasn't the right term to describe it. "Letting go" was the word that perfectly fit the scenario.

On it was a single number—99. It was the number of times they had let me down over the years. Adrian frowned, unable to make sense of it. He tossed my diary onto the floor and ordered, "Stop writing this nonsense. Nina wants to eat the garlic shrimp you make. Go wash your hands and get downstairs. Consider it an apology for that snarky remark you made to her earlier." I only hummed in response before I got up and headed downstairs. Adrian was surprised that I didn't throw a tantrum. After all, every time my family asked me to make garlic shrimp, I would always cry and whine as if it were some huge injustice.

"What you did was wrong, and you must face the consequences. You can't just apologize and expect everything to return to normal. "Frederick, we're over." With that, I walked around him and entered the law firm. Frederick didn't pursue me further. He knew my personality. Once I made a decision, I never looked back. However, I noticed he stood straight outside the company building for an entire day, ignoring the strange looks from passersby and enduring the wind and sun. What was the point of any of this? Some relationships, once lost, were lost forever. For two years, I had given him 99 chances, and he had missed every single one. A man like that didn't deserve forgiveness.

And then— > Come for me, Luna. It hit like a wave. My hips arched off the bed, toes curling into the sheets. The sound that broke from me was raw, too loud for the silence of the room, but I didn’t care. I fell back into the mattress, trembling, breathless. My hand rested over my heart, trying to steady the pounding beneath it. The toy went still. I blinked back tears—not of sadness. Of release. I'm finally letting go. One last message came through:

My stubborn refusal to let go. Even when he ignored me. Even when he humiliated me. Even when it became painfully clear I was the only one still trying. But now… I had finally let go. “I’ve finally let go of my obsession,” I continued softly. My thumb brushed the back of her hand. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. A faint smile lifted my lips. “I’m not wallowing in sorrow.” The machines continued their steady rhythm. The room remained silent, except for the hum of life-sustaining equipment.

"Just let go. Let me have you." And I did. I let go. I surrendered to the storm, to the pleasure, to the pain. I let him have me, body and soul. I came again, a silent, shuddering release that left me boneless and breathless. He followed me over the edge a moment later, his own release a hot, possessive flood that marked me as his.

He let out a choked roar as his cock erupted, several thick, hot ropes of cum flying through the air and splattering across his own stomach and the dark leather of the sofa. He kept stroking through the pulses, his balls contracting as he emptied every drop of frustration he’d been carrying since he saw that photo. He slumped back, gasping for air, his cock still twitching and leaking as he stared up at the ceiling. The silence of the apartment returned, heavy and thick. He looked down at the mess on his lap, a dark smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth Ninety-nine names on the list. Ninety-nine girls who meant nothing. But Jessie? Jessie was going to be the trophy. She was going to be th