No Way Back Jane Fowler Novels & Stories

She might never leave if she went back now. Theo quickly added, "If you come back, I'll give you half of my shares." "I don't need them," Jane replied dismissively. "Keep them. If the company goes bankrupt, your shares will be as good as scrap paper anyway." With that, she hung up. Theo slammed his phone onto the passenger seat, his face dark with rage. Jane, that ungrateful woman. Letting her go abroad had clearly been a mistake. Now, getting her to come back seemed impossible.

They couldn’t touch it without my permission. “Jessica, why?” I sighed, “Why are you always taking what’s mine?” “How is it yours?” Jessica looked confused, “It’s just an item put on a shelf for whoever can afford to buy.” “Then how about Cicio? He was my fiancé.” Jessica teared up. “I didn’t take him. You were too incompetent to keep him. He came back to me.” The confrontation kept on. Her son cried and stomped and threw tantrums. Jessica wouldn’t give in. I loved playing this game. Poor saleswomen couldn’t decide what to do, so they called Cicio.

Back then, I could feel my heart crushing into a million pieces after hearing him say that for the first time, but in this very moment, all I yearned for was an escape from this wretched place. I shifted my gaze slowly towards Laine, who clung tightly to his arm. I couldn’t forget her radiant smile from behind Van when he delivered the fatal blow the first time around when I begged him to take me back. In my second life, I thought I had learned my lesson, or they would leave me be when I accepted his rejection, but Laine became a shadow haunting my every move. I think the reason why I kept seeing her in places that I went back then was because she became Giovanni’s dog.

First things first. I picked up my phone from the nightstand, its screen dark and silent. Naomi’s frantic calls from last night were missed notifications. I’d deal with her later, when I could explain without my voice cracking. Scrolling through my contacts, I found the number I’d saved months ago, a secret lifeline I’d never dared use: Eleanor Vance, Attorney at Law; Family Law Specialist. My thumb hovered for a second. Was I really doing this? The image of Claire’s triumphant silhouette in Ethan’s doorway flashed, sharp and cruel. The memory of his silent dismissal, his retreat to her

She simply began to walk north, her bare feet leaving trails of silver light in the red desert sand. "Where are you going?" I called out, my heart breaking as I watched the daughter I had never gotten to raise walk out into a world she had just claimed. "To the textile mill," Florence said without looking back. "We have a lot of blankets to weave. And the winter is coming." But as Ethan and I moved to follow her, my phone—the old, manual device Beatrice Vance had given me, the one that should have been completely fried by the Spire’s discharge—buzzed in my pocket.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

He seems to be in a club. “I can't hear you properly. Are you drunk?” I asked. “Just a little tipsy,” he said. He walked out, and I couldn't hear the background noise as much as before. “You never called me without a reason. What do you want?” I asked him. “You won't believe who I met here,” he said. His voice was between surprised and excited. “Jane is back. She was here.” My eyes widened. “Jane?” Jane was the biggest investor in the city. You can simply say she is the wealthiest. She had branches all over the world.

“Excuse me, Jane. I need to take this.” As Leonard stepped away, Jane's thoughts swirled. She knew it was time to make her family know she was finally back, instead of them finding out themselves. It would break their heart to know that she was in New York, but she wasn’t ready to go back home. Her responsibilities as the Lockwood heiress awaited her. Leonard's conversation was hushed, but Jane's curiosity was piqued. She wondered who could be calling Leonard at this hour. As he ended the call, Leonard's expression turned serious. “Jane, you need to know about this.”

I can't be without you. She sobbed so hard that she could barely catch her breath. "I thought I would be fine without you, but I was wrong. Losing you made me realize how dull life is. What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" The commotion woke Jenny up. "Darling, who is it?" "Who is it?" Isabel raised her voice. "Who is that with you?" I pulled Jenny into my arms. "Isabel. There's nothing else.You should go to bed."

“Every second I was trapped there, I thought about coming home to you.” Jane’s eyes shimmered, but she remained silent. “I fought to return,” I continued. “I fought because of you.” “And when you returned,” she whispered, “everything got worse.” I had no answer for that because she wasn't entirely wrong. Maybe my return truly had brought more destruction than peace. Finally, Jane turned away and sat back beside Josephine again. “If you need help with Josephine’s funeral,” she said quietly, “I’ll help.” I stared at her in disbelief.