Strange Grief Wants To Retire の小説・ストーリー

The news of the drop in shares of several companies due to Sarah's death made Athena feel that the best opportunity wouldn't come twice. "Sargas, please check the Willow family's stock prices," Athena requested. Sargas frowned. "For what, Athena? Are you going to buy it now?" Athena smiled wryly. "Isn't this the right time for revenge?" *** "Where's Giselle?" Merrya asked. "She's in her room," Glenn replied. "Is she crying?" Glenn just nodded. Merrya sighed in annoyance. "How long will she be like this? Doesn't she know that our company's situation is deteriorating because of her mother's death?"

Dad said and Dado sa nodded. " I am also ready, I have told the pilot to get ready. We are going back. " Parth said. " You are not going back today?" Dado sa glared at him. " But, I need to go as I can't take more leaves. I also need a long leave for the wedding and a long honeymoon. " Parth said. My face became red hearing that. Why did he have to mention a long honeymoon? It was so embarrassing to hear that in front of your parents.

The black Bentley glided smoothly onto the private tarmac at London Heathrow. Rain was threading through the evening wind, smearing wet trails across the bulletproof glass. I pulled off the black silk scarf I'd used as cover, revealing a face still drained of color but composed, sharp-edged. The fragility, the despair of the operating table—all of it had been ground to powder by the London skyline scrolling past my window. The moment I signed the divorce agreement, Layla Jones had died.

I cried out, my hand were shaking, my palms sweating heavily, and throat constricting painfully, an indication that I need my medicine. "--It said you can never get pregnant again due to complications." "Don't.... please don't." I covered my ears with both my hands, I could feel thousands of needles piercing my heart mercilessly. I closed my eyes, to let the grief take over me, this is the thing I have always tried to avoid. Like it has never happened, may be never talking about it will make it less real, like it is just in my head, something my damaged mind has conjured. Because I knew this is my breaking point.

Lena's POV I used to think grief stayed loud I thought losing somebody would always feel the way it did at the funeral or the nights afterward when breathing hurt and sleeping became impossible but I was wrong. The worst part of grief is when life keeps moving because bills still need paying, children still wake up hungry and companies still expect decisions and somehow people look at you waiting for leadership while your whole world feels broken. I adjusted Eli on my hip while stepping out of the elevator inside Carter Enterprises. He was sleepy already and kept rubbing his face against my shoulder while holding one of his stuffed animals.

I was pretending to live. I walked in through the main entrance. I could feel eyes on me. Inside, conversations died mid-sentence as people noticed me. The receptionist’s hand froze over the keyboard. Her eyes glossed, her lips parted, like she wanted to offer condolences but didn’t know if she was allowed to. No one spoke. Maybe out of fear. Maybe out of respect. Maybe because no one knows what to say to a woman who has just buried her child yet still walks into work. They've all heard. In Crescent Hollow, news travels faster than gossip. Maybe word had already spread that Riley Grayson—CEO, human, mated to a high-ranking wolf—had lost her baby and still showed up to work hours after his fu

All of them hated how prideful and holier-than-thou Theodore was all those years ago. That evening, all of them threw a big welcoming party to celebrate my rebirth. Because I had rarely touched the piano for a long time, I was rusty. I spent a few days practicing in the band's practice room, trying to regain my flow. Then, when I was checking my phone during my break, I was surprised to see that both Theodore and Samantha were trending online. [Genius Pianist Samantha Thompson Composes for Love! A Touching Confession] [CEO of Stewart Corporation Books Entire Venue for Love]

“You deserve someone who stays. Someone who fights. Not someone who disappears and leaves you performing grief in public.” I lay back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “Why does it still hurt?” I whispered. “Because you never healed,” she replied. “You just paused.” I closed my eyes. And for the first time since last night, embarrassment gave way to something heavier. Regret. But for the fact that somewhere out there, a stranger now carried the weight of words meant for someone else. And worse… I did not even know his name. “You know what? I am done with you and your tragic heroine era. I sent your credentials to Blacktrone Company. Your interview is in two hours. So get up. Sho

The pack doctor was there most of the time so I knew he was there. "Hello, Alpha Nicholas. What can I help you with today?" the doctor, Axel Deacon, asked. He was a kind man in his 40s. He had been with us for as long as I can remember so a really long time. "I wanted to know if it was possible to lose the scent of your mate? I was on a run today and smelled it but it felt like the closer went the more far away the scent went. Then I lost i completely" I told him.

I couldn't hold back my tears, it rushed down my face as I walked straight out of the administrative building, got into my car, and drove directly to the airport. I had enough savings of my own, and I wanted to go somewhere far away. A quiet seaside town where I could watch the waves and spend the last weeks of my life in peace, far away from the toxic wolves who had destroyed me. The airport terminal was crowded with travelers, a sea of people moving with purpose. I slowly made my way toward the ticket counter, but with every step, the pressure in my head grew worse. The strain of surviving the mate rejection, combined with the stress of everything that had happened, finally caught up with