Maybe This Time Novels & Stories

Not by anyone. Not this time.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

Aiden raised his left eyebrow at her. “Care to share the joke?” He asked, still lifting his eyebrow. Clara simply waved him off. “As I was saying before you rudely interrupted. Unfortunately for both of us, we badly have to make the marriage work. It is his our best interest. Also, I’ll be overjoyed if the media doesn’t find out you would prefer me six feet under.”

Can I do this? *********

One final time. Ready or not.

To stay, this time. If I can.

Maybe it will be different this time. 'So that's how my story continues…'

Maybe I should. =================================================================== Thanks for reading!

help! I guess this is the end for me.

Maybe… XXX