Never Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to think about my wife not coming back, I didn’t want to think about not seeing her beautiful face ever again. “How do I get her back?” Nick burst out laughing, he was laughing so hard that his was holding his stomach with tears in the corners of his eyes. “This is not a laughing matter!” it was like I tickled him; he was laughing so hard that he stopped the car on the side of the road.

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!

He couldn't make things right because he never got the chance to, and he only realized how much she loved him when it was too late. He felt incredibly guilty and stuck. He was unable to move on because he hadn't done what he should have done. Those memories flooded back whenever he closed his eyes. Rebecca gazed at the familiar face before her and pressed her lips together. After a brief pause, she said, "I'm afraid I can't offer much help. If returning home doesn't change things, perhaps you could travel like I did. "There are countless people out there struggling to get by and too preoccupied with survival to dwell on the emotional. Maybe focusing on tangible matters could aid you as well.

“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.”

My mind reverted to how I knelt down in front of her all because I didn't want to be removed from the group but she ended up sending me out regardless of that. Now, she wants me to beg her again. It's clear that no matter how much I beg or what I do, she'll never agree to take me back to the group. She just wants me to embarrass myself. She's in for the embarrassment and I won't give her that satisfaction. If I can't get back to the club without her, then I'll make sure she doesn't get to stay in that club. ‘I won't let you be Lydia. Never.’ As I drove back to the mansion, I received a call from Julia's mom, Mrs. Everett.

“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.”

Lately, he was like been colder and more distrustful. "Well, I'm not happy for myself, but for you. You're going to lose that bitter look, like you're sucking on a lemon. Cheer up because you're going to win back your ex. Relax because you'll love this news: Galata appeared!" the woman shouted excitedly. "Now you must find a way to go after her, without wasting time." At her words, Matteo put out the cigarette in the ashtray and approached the woman, taking her by the shoulders.