Letting Go After 99 Letdowns Novels & Stories

In my previous life, I took three bullets for Conrad Kincaid, the guardian who raised me, and lost any chance of becoming a mother. Only then did he agree to marry me. When I was ten, my parents were killed in an attack by their enemies. Conrad saved me, took me home, protected me, and doted on me. I fell hopelessly in love with him. I was sure that if I stayed by his side and was good to him, I'd win his heart someday. But on our wedding day, Alice Brooks, who had loved him all along, left for Antarctica and died in an accident. From then on, every time he looked at me, he saw a murderer. In ten years of marriage, he never treated me badly, but he never once shared my bed. He was always col

The 99th time I asked my boyfriend, Nathan Cole, to dinner, he turned me down and snapped, "Is eating the only thing you ever think about?" We'd been together for two years, yet every time I wanted to have dinner with him, I had to check his schedule first. He said work kept him busy and he didn't like last-minute invitations. So I learned to ask a week ahead and keep track of every opening in his schedule. One day, while I was out shopping, I passed a new Italian restaurant and texted him. His reply came at once. "How many times have I told you? Stop bothering me with little things like this!" I put my phone away and went in by myself. But when I went to pay, I saw him in the private dining

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

“You figure out if love is enough. And if it’s not—if it can’t be—then you walk. Not because you’re weak, but because sometimes loving someone means knowing when to let go.” I blinked hard, trying to hold back the fresh swell of tears. She leaned back, scoffing gently. “But let’s be honest—he’s still ten thousand times better than Layden. Don’t even get me started on that piece of trash.” I laughed through my tears, the sound broken but real. “God. Layden.”

"I'm just here to shower and change before heading to the Johnstons. I need to clear things up with Matthew and Lindey. Jace and I... we're done." As I said it, I lowered my head. It wasn't that I didn't want to let go, or that I felt relieved. It was just this indescribable feeling. Ten years. I'm letting go of not just Jace, but my youth and all my beautiful hopes and dreams about love. Sensing my mood, Lena stretched out her long leg and nudged my foot. "Let it go. Out with the old, in with the new." I laughed. "Yeah, out with the old, in with the new."

"You shouldn't hold back from dating if Jeff is seeing other people. You have all the right in the world to do the same." “Yeah, we had to move on, you know? It doesn’t help much climbing the same mountain over and over again.” She takes a long sip from my mojito. “It’s what you call ‘straddling the enemy.’’’ “Wait… isn’t it called beating over a dead horse?” I breathe in and try to think over how I didn’t really get what happened with these two, and how they never got around to explaining it to me, which is a bit annoying but I give them the space they need. They will come to me in their own time. Like I do. I’m getting good at this adulting thing. “Yeah, sometimes you have to let go. It’s

He still refused to give up. "Cindy, calm down," he tried again. "I just—" "Calm down? I can't stay calm!" I took a deep breath to rein in my temper. "I'll say this one last time, Charles. We are done! Please stop bothering me!" With that, I stormed off, ignoring his voice calling after me. I ran all the way to the station. Only after sitting down on the train did my heartbeat gradually return to normal. Just then, my phone rang.

Not holding on. Letting go before you become the thing that breaks the person you care about most. My hands shake as I finally type a response. I stare at it for almost thirty seconds before forcing myself to hit send. I think we need a little space again. The second the message sends— My entire chest shatters. Because deep down? I already know. This time— It’s not space I’m asking for. It’s goodbye.

They couldn't reach me even if they tried. As for Joel, once he realized I would never go back to him, he fell apart. He stopped caring about work and spent his days drinking, sending me endless messages trying to win back my love. But I never read any of them. I blocked every new number he texted me from. After my career took off, I changed my number for good—severing the last thread that tied me to the past. My music would carry my name to greater heights and forge me a brilliant future. Those people no longer deserved a place in my thoughts.

" In the days that followed, I was deeply involved in bringing down the Wheeler Group. It took less than a month for the company to hit rock bottom and file for bankruptcy. Seth called me, his voice filled with confusion. "Why can't you just forgive Janice? Why push the Wheeler family to the brink?" I did not say a word. Instead, I sent him the recording of my conversation with Janice. Seth listened to the recording, his face blank. Janice had been crying, trying to win sympathy, but the recording left her speechless. Seth turned to her. "Janice, you claimed Nevaeh was the bully.