Starting Over Without You Novels & Stories

And she’s right. I sent everything back—Miles’ money in my accounts, his cards, anything that was still his. I packaged them carefully and returned them. I’m starting over. Starting over without Miles Han. And to my surprise, I feel pleased with that decision. I am happy—genuinely happy—excited to meet my babies.

"Then let's build it from scratch." "How?" "By starting over." "Starting over how?" "By pretending we just met." "That's stupid." "Is it?" "Yes. Because we have history. We have pain. We have baggage." "Then let's deal with the baggage." "How?" "By talking about it." "I don't want to talk about it anymore." "Then what do you want to do?" "I want to forget about it." "You can't forget about it." "Why not?" "Because forgetting about it means forgetting about us."

My cold response made him flinch, but he quickly masked it, replacing his expression with a soft, affectionate gaze. "I just saw your ceremony. Congratulations. You looked absolutely radiant." "If that's all, there's no need for pleasantries. I have things to do. I'll be going now." "Wait!" He reached out to stop me from getting back into the carriage, then pressed his hands together in a desperate gesture. "Talia, please… Can we start over? "I got rid of Lilith. She was nothing compared to you. "I finally realize how horribly wrong I was. Please, just give me one more chance. Let's be mates again. Can we?"

“Just essentials. Milk, eggs, water, three kinds of chocolate, and a bottle of that soda you used to sneak into my backpack in middle school.” I laughed. Actually I laughed. It was quiet and unexpected, like my voice wasn’t sure if it was allowed to feel joy again. He turned serious then. “You’re gonna be okay here. You don’t have to rush anything. Just breathe. Eat. Sleep. Let yourself exist without fear.” “I haven’t done that in a long time,” I admitted, voice cracking slightly. “Well, start now.” I moved to the window and peeked outside. Streetlights. A parked bike. No chaos. No screaming. No Nicho. “I want to start over,” I whispered, mostly to myself. “But I don’t know who I am without

Levi offers me a radiant smile, then softly suggests, "So, maybe we could, you know... Start over with a clean slate here? Pretend we just met at the set and get to know each other?" I respond, though a part of me knows the complexity of our situation. "Well, I guess so. I don't really hate you for what happened, not anymore." But deep down, I'm acutely aware that a fresh start is impossible; our lives were irrevocably changed the moment Will was born. He lifts my hand to his lips, planting a tender kiss on my knuckles, igniting a spark of electricity within me. "Thank you, darling. You don't know how much this means to me."

She replied quickly. Bella: I'm married now, Marietta. I can’t be seen doing those things anymore. I stared at the message for a long moment before typing back: Me: It’s fine. Take care of yourself. I hope you have a good life. I love you too. Then I dropped my phone. And I didn’t pick it back up. How many times had I tried to start over? Too many. But this time, I wasn’t just starting over. I was burning everything behind me.

A companion I hadn't asked for. "What do I do?" I asked. The question was barely a whisper. Festus was quiet for a long moment. Then I heard him move, felt his hand on my shoulder, warm and solid. "You start over," he said. "One day at a time. You eat something. You take a shower. You go back to work. You stop waiting for him to come back and you start living for yourself." "I don't know how to do that." "Then you learn."

"I'll set the company aside for a while. We'll try for a baby properly. I'll give you a child. The three of us will live well." I pulled my mouth into a smile. "Sure. I also want to go somewhere nobody knows us and start over." In my head, I finished, "Start over, alone." Amanda did not catch it. She grabbed Donovan's bag and headed toward the bedroom. "Ced, Don just got back. He's still adjusting to the time zone. I've known him since we were kids, so I'll stay in the master bedroom tonight and talk business with him. You can sleep in the guest room."

“At the time, I was too cold and too full of myself. Now, I realize you’re the one who’s truly worth cherishing.” I looked at him coldly, saying nothing. He sighed, seeming a little lost, and continued, “I’ve taken care of everything from the past. Claire isn’t a problem anymore. I hope… you’ll give me a chance to start over.” I raised an eyebrow slightly, my tone indifferent as I asked, “Start over?” “Yes.” He nodded eagerly.

“I thought it was time we had a... discussion.” Riley tilted his head slightly, curiosity flickering across his face. “About what?" He asked. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table as I fixed him with a steady gaze. “About the fact that we didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.” His brows furrowed. He clearly hadn’t expected that. “Okay...” “I want us to start over,” I continued, my tone measured. “A clean slate, if you will. But let me make one thing very clear—starting over does not mean the contract between us is void. That is still very much in effect.”