She's Gone Meme Novels & Stories

After my wife married and divorced me ten times, she signed a Love Insurance policy with me. "Ethan, I know I'm putting off the remarriage a little longer this time. So I'm signing this with you first. Think of it as my guarantee to you." Not long after, she wanted to terminate our policy so she could go marry the man she'd never gotten over. "Julian doesn't have long. His last wish is to marry me. I can't take that away from a dying man." What she didn't know was that the policy had a clause in it. If it was terminated before it matured, I'd be taken away by a private organization, and the two of us would never see each other again.

It seemed she thought I was here to assert my claim. I looked her in the eye and said softly, "I'm serious. In three days, Jack and I will break the mate bond. I won't bother you two again. I just hope to spend my last days here quietly." When Isabella saw how serious I was, she let out a mocking laugh. "Do I look that stupid to you? As long as you're still carrying that pup, Monica will never agree." Her gaze sharpened, and she suddenly let go of the leash. "Digger, attack!"

Her flawless makeup, the bridal gown designer standing beside her for the fitting. It finally dawned on me: I had gone back to eight years ago. At this time, Rowena's childhood friend and his family had not been in that car accident. He had not been driven to despair, with nowhere to turn, and jumped from a building. Thank goodness. Everything was still on time. The bitterness of my past life surged all at once. My eyes reddened as I looked at her. I said quietly, "Don't worry; I know someone else has your heart. This time, I'll let you have what you want."

She finally voiced, the tears having their way. "What do you mean by she's gone?" I asked looking at the hotel. I had been here all through. Hadn't slept a wink at all. I had been alert at all times should she leave it should someone familiar visit but nothing of such sort happened. How then could Sabrina tell me that she's gone? That was bullshit! "I don't think that's true Sabrina. I've been here the entire night and no one has come in after Morgan came in. Except you. Do what do you mean by she's gone?" She shook her head tests pouring down her face.

Arrogant men like Jayden felt that it would make them appear very successful to claim that a woman was using their money, so they would claim as such in public. Lina shook her head, evidently in disbelief, and yelled loudly, "It's all an act! She just wants to become your mate so she has a legitimate excuse to spend your money! "So, you refused to mark me all these years because of her! You're too much! You're so selfish!" Jayden slapped her, displeased. "Enough, Lina! Stop talking nonsense! Your attempt at slander isn't going to work anymore! Because of what you said, I had to search for Emily for six years, and I ended up losing her!"

Only now did I realize that in Gabriele’s eyes, my so-called escape was nothing more than a childish tantrum. The thought of it made me laugh, and I pushed the insignia back toward him. “I’m not going back with you.” Gabriele froze. “What did you say?” I looked at him and made myself clear. “Is your hearing failing you, Don Carlos? I said I’m not going back with you. There was never a place for me there before, and there still isn’t one now.” Gabriele’s expression turned solemn. “Faye, how long are you going to keep this up? Do you think you’re the only one who’s suffered?”

She inhaled, long and slow, the flame in her chest growing. She wouldn’t crumble. She wouldn’t retreat. She wouldn’t vanish the way Caleb wanted her to. She whispered to herself: “This is where I rise.” And she did. She rose from ashes. From betrayal. From the loss she believed irreversible. She rose because somewhere inside her, beneath all the pain and ruin, a mother’s intuition whispered: Your story isn’t done. Your child is not lost. Find her. And one day, she would.

However, it seemed like she had vanished into thin air since she left New York. Her social media account was deactivated. Her LinkedIn page indicated that she was on hiatus. Even Lisa would not tell me where she was. That was until a certain afternoon when Chloe, a new intern at the firm, suddenly cried out while scrolling on her phone during lunch break. “Oh wow… a former architect doing a ‘countryside aesthetic’ livestream?” As she passed her phone to her colleague, I snatched the phone from her and watched the livestream.

And as for the fire that ruined me back then, I was going to uncover the truth myself and slap every single person who slandered me with the evidence. Scrolling through the notes on my phone, I found information about the maid who had disappeared after the fire years ago. The future me had once wanted to clear her own name too, but after marrying Liam, she gradually lost contact with all her old friends. Later, depression consumed her, leaving her without the energy to travel around searching for people or the truth. But I was different. At eighteen, the one thing I had in abundance was energy. I contacted a few friends, and before long we tracked down the maid's whereabouts.

And that’s when I noticed her swollen stomach. “Oh my god.” I said. “How long have I been gone?” She asked. “You don’t know?” I asked. “Time moved a lot slower in that world. This stomach got to be this big over a matter of days.” I said. “Holy shit. You’ve been gone for two and a half months.” He said. I reached up to touch her face again, to make sure that she was real. That she was really here. I still didn’t believe it. I had convinced myself that she was dead.