Live With Yourself Season 2 Novels & Stories

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

Aria squealed as she turned around on her chair as her eyes grew wide and she arched her eyebrows. I smiled softly. For a weird reason, I didn’t feel uncomfortable around them. For a brief moment, I forgot that I used to be Khloe, the useless omega. I was just happy with the turn of event. With this twist in fate. This was a new life, and I was going to try my best to live it to the fullest cause who knows when I might wake up from this dream. "You look beautiful Emily." Mom said as she smiled warmly, and I felt my heart squeeze gently.

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.”

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.

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my

And Ansel too, and Luna Daisy, and Collins, and Tali, and Stanley, and Austin, and Bastian… You need to stop second-guessing yourself Remy. I want to live for Remy. And me. I want to live for myself. I deserve to live, and I deserve to enjoy my life, and I will. I will live.

Because eight days ago, I lay in a pool of my own blood and heard him comfort that other woman on the phone… before later kissing her. I held up my bandaged wrist to the camera. "This scar will be with me for the rest of my life, but I don't regret it. Because it taught me one thing." I paused, then enunciated, "Loving yourself is a million times more important than waiting for someone else to love you." The viewers in my live stream shot past half a million. Gifts flew in nonstop. In the comments, some people were crying, some were cursing, and some had already started digging into Blake and Keira's past.