Novel & Cerita Live With Yourself Season 2

Liv said, “When Jeff died, I felt liberated. But as I faced lonely nights alone, I wondered if I would have endured Jeff's abuse if he hadn't died. To be honest, I thought about killing myself.” “But he's dead and you're free.” “I always wondered what would have happened if I had stood up to him while he was alive.” Liv smiled wryly. “Maybe I should have tried.” “Let bygones be bygones,” I comforted her. “You're good with Mark now.” “You taught me how to be strong.” Liv hugged me. “I knew very well that a woman's life should be in her own hands. So I made a decision. I wanted to be a warrior like you.”

Two months after the divorce, I accepted the transfer to the headquarters in Veroton. I finally replied to the email I'd left sitting unanswered for two years with just one word, "Okay." The new city moved fast. There were projects everywhere, and the night lights burned bright. I moved into a small apartment by the river and started learning, all over again, how to live alone. I learned to order the takeout I actually liked, to sleep in on weekends, to put fresh flowers by the window, and to spend my paycheck on myself first.

] [If the male lead can see this from the afterlife, he must be furious! [Go back to him! Can you bear to see him reincarnate in three years and separate from you forever?] I was too tired to read their nonsense, yet I could not figure out how to block them. Then the tone of the comments shifted. They started pleading. [Dheena, where are you?] [It's me, Thomas. I need to see you!] Ah, he was not even pretending anymore, huh? At the time, I was walking the dog in the garden under a bright, cloudless sky. The sudden appearance of that message ruined my mood instantly.

‘She’s already a mother, stop judging her. ‘A comeback is everyone’s right. Let the past stay in the past.’ ‘Even if she really got pregnant before marriage, so what? Her child and husband are fine, right?’ Maia stared at the screen for a long time, then took a deep breath. Her face was bare, no makeup, no crew, no image team. Just herself and the camera. Then she turned on a live broadcast. “I know many of you are disappointed by the stories that came out today. Some say I’m selfish. Some say I’m back just for image-making. Others say I was once harsh toward my husband’s family.”

Focused on his studies, he spent his days either at the hospital or locked away in his apartment. Aside from mocking me, Poppy would often joke that Bruce was nothing more than a "working robot". After the ceremony, Bruce took me to stay in his apartment. I was taken aback. "Aren't we supposed to live at the Lockwood residence?" In my past life, Owen had always insisted on living with his parents. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving them alone. Bruce adjusted his tie. "It's fine. How would we ever have any time to ourselves if we lived with them?"

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

“What about me I will have the Jared, you and our friends and now thanks to you the support of my pack. If you can feel whole again after losing your mate then I can too.” A humourless laugh escapes my lips “I haven’t felt whole since he has been gone. I feel an emptiness. I just don’t want that for you.” She engulfs me in her arms, ‘Oh Liv I never knew you felt like that since you woke up.” I don’t correct her to let her know the he I was talking about was not her brother. She pulls away and holds me at arms length. “I need this Live but if you're not ready to face him then I can wait.”

"We lost two in the surge." Richard’s jaw tightened. He didn't say anything. He just pulled me closer, his heart thudding against my back. We watched the spot where Sector 4 had been. A few bubbles. A slick of oil. Then, nothing. The silence was worse than the sirens. "We did it," I whispered. My voice was a jagged rasp. "They’re free." "They're alive," Richard corrected. "Freedom comes later." I tried to sit up, but the world tilted. A hot, searing pain blossomed in my midsection. It wasn't the mercury. It wasn't the silver. It was deeper. I doubled over, my forehead hitting the wet wood of the deck.

This was indeed one of the best day of my life. Charlotte POV For the past two months, I had been living on my own, determined to confront the challenges in my life and reclaim my sense of self despite the get Rob-Glow back to it's formal self. Despite the lingering absence of closure, I knew I needed to prioritize my own well-being. Dylan's betrayal had served as a stark reminder that I must focus on caring for myself above all else.