Never Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

My chest tightened slightly at that, not sharp, not sudden, but deep enough to make it hard to ignore as I watched her turn slightly, speaking to someone beside her. I didn't know how to step back into something I had already stepped out of too many times. Didn’t know how to get her back. When I was only just starting to understand how I lost her in the first place. How can I get my woman back? I grabbed Hazel's hands and dragged her away, right in front of everyone.

I smiled because I knew she would be back, and when I do see her next time, I can talk to her freely. I have a chance. She never came back. I never should have picked up that call, or rather, I never should have strayed away. If I stayed where I was, she wouldn't have left, she would have stayed back. I spent months wondering why she never returned, and after Perry slept and never woke up, I realized death can come at any time. She could be dead… No, she was dead. What other reason would she have for not returning? Why? Was I that forgettable? Wasn't one meeting enough? Obviously not.

I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into my scalp as another wave of frustration rolled over me. My own fucking pride, my own goddamn fears had cost me the one person who made this world feel less cold. She's all I have. And I threw it away. I have to get her back. But how?

Wandering at Ocean City's train station and the ticket purchase station, he had asked Christopher several times to have the police lend a hand in the search. After a month of searching, he still got nothing. Gradually, his willpower faded away. She was determined to leave him. The country was so big, and the whole world was bigger. How could he find her, unless she took the initiative to come back? No matter, how could that be possible? She hated him! Since she had left him, she would never come back!

"Can you use your brain for once before asking me those questions? How the hell did she learn that shoulder throw technique?" At the same time, Daniel would also like to know the answer to one of Ryan's questions. He had been wondering why Rebecca refused to spend the money he had transferred to her account every month in the past. The woman went missing right after she left the country. Daniel couldn't reach her on her number at all. He had no way of getting the latest news on Rebecca other than the occasional update from Rachel. Since she refused to talk to him, why should Daniel pester her incessantly and give her hope that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place?

“Now that you know where she is.” I smirked, mentally calculating every possible way to get her back. “I’ll get her back.” Eve chortled, “good luck. You’re going to need it.” I rolled my eyes, “just wait and see.” I, myself, was having a hard time believing what I said. There is a huge chance that Ren would never want me back, I’ll work hard to get to the finish line, especially if she’s waiting for me. ~~

“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!”

Just chewed slowly, like every bite was made of stone. Charlotte continued, her tone soft but pointed. “She’s going to ruin her reputation if she keeps going like this. What if she tries to crawl back to you after that?” She leaned forward slightly. “After all… your father does have a soft spot for her. Will you take her back?”. Liam’s grip on his fork tightened. Back to me? Will I take her back? He didn’t know what pissed him off more—Charlotte’s smug tone or the tiny part of his brain that asked what he’d do if Natalie actually did come back.

Because as much as the lawsuit mattered—and it did, more than he’d ever admit in this room—this meeting wasn’t about legalities. It was about the ghost between them. The thing left unsaid. Ten years ago, she vanished. One letter. No explanation. No answers. He’d tried to find her—briefly, at first. Then obsessively. But Natalia Cruz had disappeared like a ghost into fog. And Damien had told himself to forget. He’d buried her name, buried the ache. Until now. “You’ve done well for yourself,” he said, studying her reaction. “Big firm. Big wins. Even bigger enemies.”

“It’s part of one.” She leaned back slightly in her chair, studying me now instead of just listening. “Then finish it.” I held her gaze for a second before continuing. “We have history together,” I said. “Not recent, not ongoing. But enough that she thinks she still has access.” Her eyes didn’t leave mine. “And does she?” “No.” She watched me for a moment longer, like she was deciding whether to believe it or not. “Then why is she back?” “Because she’s not here by accident.”