Never Getting Her Back Novel Free Novels & Stories

Keep cooking, keep shining. I read it twice, my heart both warming and aching. Charlotte, gone again. I had only just gotten her back, her smile, her wit, her fierce insistence that she would not be tied down. And now she was off with Nathan, chasing the winds, chasing freedom. I was proud of her, but I was also heartsick. She had been part of us for only a breath before leaving again. Damian would pretend to laugh about it, but I knew it would cut him too.

I hated how she was opening up closed wounds; she was cruel, heartless even for trying to come up here. "And I wanted more; you weren't ready to give me more, but now... I know, Jay, I know what we shared and had was good. The best, and that's why I am back. I am back to get my man, and I don't care if you like her..." she gestured to the iPad at me. "I want you back and will go to any length to make that happen."

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

It read: “Colin, I know you’re angry with me for moving to England. But I had no choice. My father said it was in my best interest, and I knew he was right. I’ll come back, though. I surely will, I know you love me, and I love you too.” I clenched my fists in frustration. It had been years since that incident. Fucking years! And now she was back, reappearing in our lives like a ghost from the past. As tears welled in my eyes, I couldn't resist moving even closer to the door, pressing my ear against it to catch every word.

So they agreed to post whatever they came across, be it writings, pictures, music, no task required. No Return left LA by the time spring managed to kick winter away from Patagonia. But on its way out, winter told spring about Macondo. And while it rained nonstop and everything was damp and muddy, and people asked each other what did a blue sky look like, Silvia found herself facing unexpected hard times.

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As I stepped out of the theater, the night air in Calitree was cool and crisp. Ed stood by the car, a light trench coat in his hands. He draped it gently over my shoulders and pulled me into his arms. "Cold, Mrs. Fisher?" He kissed my forehead softly. "Not at all." I leaned into his warm chest and smiled—wide, free, unburdened. Just then, my phone screen flickered. That "Unknown Number"—silent for seven whole years—had sent one short message: [Congratulations. You rewrote your fate. I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits.]

“What makes you think I’d ever go back with you? “Sean, do I need to remind you? We’ve been divorced for a long time. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Sean clutched at his ears like he couldn’t bear to hear it, breathing heavily. He stepped forward, reaching for my hand. “Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!”

“She didn’t leave with anything that day. Not a bag. Not dignity. Not the man she once trusted. And I didn’t chase her. Because I thought the woman I wanted—the one who’d just flown in from overseas—was my future.” A pause. “But she wasn’t. Vivian was never my future. She was my escape.” The journalist tapped his pen lightly. “And when did you begin to realize it?” “The moment I saw Emerald again. At the auction.” I smiled bitterly. “She didn’t come back the way I remembered. She didn’t come back for me. She walked into that room like she owned the floor. Like everything I’d ever taken from her had grown back tenfold. And beside her was a boy.”

Later on, she didn't come back anymore. She had finished reading all the books in the study, which also housed many important documents. Although David didn't mind her presence, she believed in self-awareness. Moreover, with her mobility restored, going out suited her personality better. Seeing the familiar setting in her line of sight was unexpected for Rebecca. After a moment, she snapped back. "Why did you go back to Seardale too? Is something wrong?" David raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean too? Did Ellen inform you about my return?"