She's So Gone By Naomi Scott Novels & Stories

Could he? "Adam… I'm leaving too." Three days passed in a blur. With my suitcase in hand, I turned back for one final look at the place I once called home. Just before shutting off my phone, I saw Bobby's latest Instagram post. We were at the same airport. I scanned the terminal and spotted them—Bobby and Audrey—walking together, side by side. He was carrying her suitcase for her. Their flight was to Cranburn. Mine was to where my parents lay.

“Susan, remember your promise. Don’t come looking for me. This is the last bit of trust I have in you.” Her face turned as white as a sheet. As if realizing something, a hint of fear flashed across her face. Her voice shook as she spoke. “Myles, don’t let me ruin the rest of your life. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” With that, she turned and walked away, her silhouette looking lonely and forsaken.

She thought it was from a client, but to her surprise, it was a woman she didn't know. "Are you free, Ms. Jacinto? Let's have a talk." Alanna was stunned. Before she could respond, she heard the woman laugh. "Oh, right. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Travis' aunt." Alanna was silent for a moment. Then, she agreed. "Sure. Where should we meet?" That woman, Gwyneth Jenkins, named a place, and Alanna headed over immediately. Gwyneth reserved the entire cafe. Just as Alanna arrived at the entrance, a man in a black suit stopped her. "Ms. Jacinto, please hand over your phone."

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?”

I stopped tracking any news regarding the two of them, packed my bags, and moved back to my hometown with my parents. It wasn't until a long time later that the fragments of their fate reached my ears. Brian's company, which had been steadily spiraling downward after the lawsuit, finally declared total bankruptcy. Olivia had indeed achieved her lifelong dream of becoming Mrs. Stanton, but what awaited her wasn't the luxurious lifestyle she had coveted. Instead, she was thrust into a grim, endless reality of dodging relentless debt collectors. She aged rapidly, all the vibrant radiance entirely drained from her face. The toll of prolonged domestic violence severely fractured her mental health

The next afternoon, I went to Thornfield. I told myself it was to oversee the festival preparations. The truth was uglier. I needed to see her and look at the woman who was unraveling everything I'd spent three years building and understand what made her so goddamn special. She was dancing. The rehearsal hall was open to visitors that day, some kind of showcase for the extended festival season. A small crowd had gathered along the walls. I stood at the back, arms crossed, and watched. She moved across the floor in a red dress, barefoot, her hair loose. The music was something slow and building, strings layered over drums, and her body followed it with a precision that shouldn't have been pos

“When you get better, let’s have another wedding. Forgive me. I wasted ten years of your life. I’ll make up for the rest of it, okay?” Her stubbornness left me helpless. “I agreed. As long as you sign the divorce agreement, I’ll go abroad for treatment.” Jaime believed me. She thought that as long as I cooperated with treatment, she could do anything. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and booked the earliest flight. I looked at our names on the document and let out a quiet sigh. Jaime was thrilled that I had given in. She smiled the entire day. I turned my head and said slowly, “I might not come back this time. My mom always said we never took a proper wedding photo. Let’s

“Just this once, Daisy.” “What?” “I will only cry this once.” She raised her hand and rubbed the tear marks off her face. Her fingers were cold. “I will never cry again.” She looked past Daisy into the void, repeating for Daisy’s ears or her own. “It isn’t worth it. “He isn’t worth it. Not at all.”

But first, Lennox had to deal with his doubt. He slammed the glass down, shattering it. Shards flew across the desk, one slicing his palm. Blood welled up, hot and red. He stared at it, the pain grounding him. This was real. The chaos was starting... Hours passed, or maybe minutes — he lost track. His phone buzzed. “Talk,” he demanded. “I got something, boss.” Marco said, his voice was low. “The woman — she worked at a club Zeus owns. It was positive, that girl, she's a Vincenzo. Saoirse Vincenzo.”

And now, another woman was wearing it. I sat up and rubbed my temples. There was an awful churn in my stomach. “How did you get in?” “I just came to grab the blueprint.” Sophie remarked nonchalantly while gesturing at the entrance, “I got a set of spare keys from Emma.” She pointed to the torrential rain outside on Broadway and added, “It's pouring outside, and my clothes got wet. I figured I’d just borrow one of your shirts.” Then, she shrugged and remarked nonchalantly, “Come on, I wore your shirt during the pool party last time in the Hamptons. It’s just a shirt anyway. What’s the big deal?”