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The commotion had waken Hazel up, and she was now standing barefoot at the doorway. The knife slipped from my grip onto the bed. I smiled and said, "This isn't over." I turned to scoop Hazel into my arms and packed my bags. Then, I left the house with her. Amy sat in the living room, her expression dark. "Keri, I don't care if you want to leave. But don't think that you can take anything from this house!"

He walked out without another word, the door closing softly behind him. The silence afterward felt thick and heavy, and I sank onto the couch, pressing my palms against my face as a few tears slipped through despite my effort to stay composed. “That was messy,” I whispered shakily. “Everything keeps getting messy.” I wiped my cheeks slowly and stood up, and forced myself back into motion. I wasn’t going to let another emotional mess derail my plan. I finished packing the essentials quickly, sealing boxes and stacking them neatly near the door for movers later that afternoon. As I worked, my thoughts slowly shifted from New York to somewhere warmer, somewhere far away from the Knights, somewh

[XX Bank] These are the transactions made on November 29th from your account ending in 0081: 15:17: Transaction of $5,034 15:26: Transaction of $9,889 15:45: Transaction of $5,000 16:00: Transaction of $13,800 16:12: Transaction of $11,000... The long list of transactions made him frown. He tried calling Iris, but there was no answer, intensifying his frustration. It wasn't the money that annoyed him; rather, her absence left him feeling empty. He tugged at his collar irritably. It felt suffocating despite not being tight. He decided to distract himself with work and headed to the study.

Right before I died, he leaned in and whispered, "If it weren't for you, Gloria and I would've been together. So if there's a next life... let me go." That was it. Whatever love I had left burned out. Gone. So when I came back, I avoided Evan like my life depended on it. Eight years. No contact. No mistakes. And I still ran into him. *** I had zero interest in wasting time on either of them. I just wanted to find Mia.

My girlfriend had spent three years chasing the one who got away. The night before our wedding, the two of them trashed her bride's dress together. I wanted to call it off. She just laughed it off. "I only wanted to make sure I wouldn't regret my youth. From now on I'm all yours, so can't you be a little generous about it?" So I turned around and prepared a grand gift for them instead, wishing them a lifetime of happiness. Later, she came back crying, begging me to forgive her. I held up my hand and let my wedding ring catch the light. "Sorry. I'm married."

“The number you dialed does not exist, please check and try again.” Does not exist? Amelia’s heart fell with a thud; she even stopped breathing for a while. She thought about the look of indifference in Christopher’s eyes when he brushed past her and those frightening threats from those people inside the private room. Anxiety crept up her spine. “I need to make a call,” Amelia said anxiously to Winona before quickly stepping out of the private room, not giving Winona a chance to respond. It was dim along the corridor, making the wall decorations and paintings appear slightly hazy.

I glanced at the wind-down window and realized we were passing the border of the Red Moon pack. “See you on the other side of the moon, Hara.“ I soliloquized, gripping the photo even tighter. **** This chapter ends here. If you feel you want to continue reading this novel. You can search for the name on this platform. Once Abused, Now Loved. Thank you and i appreciate for taking your time to read this novel of mind. MB.

There was no anger and no heartbreak, just the quiet relief of something finally settling into place. I opened the chat with Nola and typed two words: [Perfect match.] Then, I held down the power button and turned my phone off completely. I pulled out the SIM card I had been using for years and dropped it into the trash. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal speakers. I stood, took hold of my suitcase, and walked toward the security checkpoint. Outside, the world was loud with celebration, and in here, there was only the stillness of leaving alone. However, that was alright. From now on, my world belonged to no one but me.

Once again, I was the outsider. But it didn't matter anymore. After all the hurt I'd endured, the love I once had for them had been drained dry. Dizziness washed over me, and I knew it was time to go. This time, I left without a second thought. And I did so quietly, without leaving a single trace behind.

A tear escape my eye as I confront the prospect of moving forward without her. I return to the living room, my heart heavy with yearning. I place Mia's belongings on a side table, creating a tiny shrine of memories. The weight of reality pressing down on me, making it difficult to find a way forward. "How do I keep living without you, Mia? Everything reminds me of you. I'm lost." I sink into the armchair, tears silently streaming down my face. The room feels emptier than ever before, a stark reminder of the void left by Mia's absence and ss the darkness envelops the house, I sit in the armchair, lost in my thoughts when the rain outside pull my thoughts back to reality and I get up from the