Never Split The Difference Novels & Stories

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

The code was clear: H-U-L-L--S-P-L-I-T-T-I-N-G. C-O-L-E--D-O-W-N. L-E-O--N-O-T--B-R-E-A-T-H-I-N-G. T-H-E--I-R-O-N--K-I-N-G--I-S--A-T--T-H-E--D-O-O-R.

--- --- Consistently. And without rushing what was meant to last. --- ---

“And he believes I betrayed him.” The word hung in the air. Betrayed. Ash stirred, low and steady. ‘He sees her as catalyst.’ I met Avery’s eyes. “He sees you as the fracture point,” I said carefully. She did not flinch. “Good,” she replied calmly. “Then he underestimates the structure.” That was the difference between this pack and the one Kade had ruled. Kade had centralized power. We distributed it. “He won’t attack outright,” Avery continued. “He’ll try to force your clause.”

As soon as Larry entered, he said with feigned concern, "Mr. Sander, please don't be angry. Though Cynthia's actions are extreme, they do reflect what many young people feel. Why don't you go along with public opinion?" Cynthia stood off to the side, arms crossed, wearing a smug expression. She waved her phone. "Mr. Sander, look at this. This is the voice of the people and the trend of the times." I replied indifferently, "Company traditions and rules won't change because of anyone's unreasonable demands." Cynthia scoffed. "Traditions? Traditions are meant to be broken. If you don't find a way to satisfy everyone, I can't guarantee you won't be trending nationwide tomorrow."

And everything reversed The merge Shifted direction

Meanwhile, the other's point of view—when there's a difference, it won't match—let's admit it, when there's a difference, it's not right. Does the ugly match the beautiful? Not because it will only be insulted by the beautiful. Will the poor suit the rich? Not because only the rich will underestimate it. In this world, it is difficult for two different people to be together because there are many judgmental people who will separate and destroy their union. ❝Does? Difference matters?❞ suddenly asked.

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Upon seeing Ashton nod in response, he was overjoyed. Gordon suppressed his excitement and spoke with confidence. "Alright, we'll go with the 50-50 split. I've decided on behalf of my boss. We'll go with 50-50." Ethan lightly snorted after hearing that. "Can you make a decision?" Right then, Ashton stepped forward. "Let's go with what Gordon said, a 50-50 split. But before your people arrive or before you share the formula with us, you can't take the woman away!" he commented with an icy tone.

I interrupted him, I couldn't believe he was letting me go with my brother to stay somewhere other than our house and he said it so calmly. "You've been under a lot of stress these past few months, I think you could use some time with your brother." His fingers played with the ring on his finger and I could tell he had two matching rings and I was sure it was mine because he had it on his little finger and it didn't fit properly. "Natalia promised to take good care of you and Andres said it was good for your health, you'll be fine with them." His eyes never met mine, no matter how hard I looked for them. "I can't give you a divorce, but this time alone should help us think about what we want