Moving On Without You Novel Novels & Stories

I don't want your apologies! "I don't care, the whole city knows about us now. You leave me for a servant, what will people think of me? "We're going to the courthouse to get married, right now!" With that, Wendy grabbed Chester's hand and tried to drag him out. However, Chester stood his ground, unyielding to Wendy's pulling. For the first time, Wendy realized how strong Chester was; she could not move him an inch. Chester finally spoke, his voice calm. "Isn't it better to stop the bleeding once you realize there's been a mistake?"

Agent Bennett approached again. More direct this time. “We’re moving out.” No room for argument. No space for negotiation. I stood. Rory followed. The notebook stayed in her hand. Unmoved. Unquestioned. We walked out of the rink together. The cold hit again. Sharper outside. The early morning light had begun to stretch across the horizon, pale and distant, barely touching the edges of the world. The convoy waited. Engines running. Doors open. Everything ready. But nothing settled.

However, that time, for the first time in my life, I argued back. “No! I am not giving up my baby no matter what! Even if I have to raise this child alone, I will never get rid of him!” I tried to run away in tears. During the struggle, I lost my footing and fell down the stairs. When I woke up, I lay in a hospital bed. The baby was gone, and Ethan was not there. There was only one message on my phone. He said an important overseas meeting had come up and that he would be away on a business trip for a few days.

Sleeping without holding my bag. Without checking the door. Without wondering if someone would walk in. I pushed the thought away and climbed off the bed. My feet touched the floor. Cold. But not dirty. I stood there for a moment, not moving. Then I walked toward the door. It was still slightly open. Just like she left it. I pushed it gently and stepped out into the hallway. The house was quiet. But not empty. I could hear something faint. Movement. From the other room. I followed the sound slowly.

I had not expected our first day as a married couple to turn out in such a manner. The door swung open all of a sudden. I froze. I felt sad, but also hopeful. I decided that I would forgive Jason if he came back with some medication to treat my scalding. Even if he did not bring any medication, I would still listen to his explanation once he returned. When I looked up, I saw two drunken men staggering in. My heart was in my throat. One of the men said, "I knew something must be going on when a room door is open and the place just reeks of sweat. Look at all those love marks on your body. Why don't you keep me company and I'll pay you whatever amount you want?"

"Thanks to you, they aren't dead yet." Victor pretended not to catch her sarcasm. "You're mistaken, Ms. Cox. The business world is like a battlefield. Wins and losses are common." "Drop the act! The Cox family won't collapse that easily!" Wendy shot back. Victor's smile faded. He gave the three of them a cold glance before turning and walking away. As soon as the door closed, Wendy's shoulders slumped. Everything that had happened lately shaken her. "Naomi's cousin… It was really them…"

The world around us fades into oblivion leaving just the two of us under the moonlit sky cocooned in our own happy bubble. The End ==================================================== Bonus chapters coming soon. Thanks for reading! Kellisa Kelly

The apartment was just as dark as Sophia’s life. Whether she liked it or not she had Noah to thank for his miracle. If not for him, she wouldn’t have had the courage to move cities. “Noah,” she whispered into the air, wondering how he was and what he was doing. Sophia wondered whether she would truly be able to move on.

Sarah replied, flipping through pages, “before that—‘The Girl without a Story.’ The one born without a plan.” A jolt shot through Maya’s mind. She remembered a story her father told her as a child: not about medicine, but about a girl who lived in empty spaces of books, surviving on ink. “My father didn’t write a plan for me,” Maya realized, eyes wide. “He wrote a hiding place.” Suddenly, the floor moved. The building changed in real-time. The hallway stretched longer. The ceiling dropped, aiming to crush them. “They’re bored!” Sarah cried, staring at the ceiling. “The Readers! They’re voting against us—we’re not moving. They want a chase!”

When my studies came to an end, I joined Doctors Without Borders. Around that same time, Tony discovered that I had withdrawn from the election, while Elma stood on the brink of winning. In front of the family council, he played the recording of her conversation with Nico. In an instant, Elma fell from her pedestal. Stripped of her protection, she was banished from the family. To Nico, who once saw her as an asset, she became worthless. He cast her aside, leaving her to rot in the city slums. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore.