Summary Of If He Had Been With Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

If Diego didn't take her, then he's the only person who would. "I will search briefly" I said, turned and moved towards the cabinet. My eyes searching left and right for any sign of her, for her scent or just..... anything fucking familiar. But she isn't here. Not even a faint scent of her lingering in the air. I wanted to turn back, but just as I turned, something heavy came crashing on my head. The red liquor drenching my whole body. Fuck! Haynes Chadwick, this bastard. I should have known better than to trust him and turn my back to him.

he wore for the world completely shattered. ​"Ninety-nine point nine percent," he whispered, his voice a ghost of itself. "I knew it the moment I saw him in that hallway. I knew it every time I looked at his stubborn jaw. But seeing it on paper... seeing the clinical proof..." He let out a dry, ragged laugh. "It makes the last five years feel like a heavy crime I can never serve enough time for. I spent half a decade hating you for 'leaving,' while you were carrying the only thing that actually mattered."

“Thank you for being honest with me.” I reach for the door handle, already knowing that this was where we parted ways. He reaches out and gently touches my shoulder, “You really want to leave all that behind?” I nod my head. “It’s been the worst year and a half of my life.” He studies me for a moment. “Come with me?” “You barely know me.” “I don’t care. Come with me. We were thrown into each other's paths for a reason. Come with me and start over.”

“If I had been two inches over or shot a second faster, this war could have been over.” I swallowed hard, figuring that the resentment he hadn’t wanted me to have for him, he probably had for me now. It had been my fault he had been focused on Sable in the first place. If his attention had been on Cain, maybe he would have shot Cain and been done with it.

Had we met in person, I have no doubt we would've been friends; he has that vibe about him. Maybe it was his story, the one he'd told me long ago in a moment of weakness. Outside of what we do, his story is one of the things that have stuck with me and maybe the reason why I feel an attachment. I'm sure he remembers telling me, but since that day, I'm the only one of the two of us to ever bring it up.

It would only take a very little time before his wolf would start demanding for his mate. So I left the second man I ever loved and did my best to bring the two together on acceptable terms. And I am happy. I don’t want to think about how our fates would’ve changed if Harma never appeared. I’ve shut that chapter of my life. Let’s stick to the reality of things and Henry’s presence in my life. I give my response with that conviction. “I wouldn’t.” A long pause ensues between us, fumbling with my tension before I hear the clearing of his throat. His voice sounds from the other end, deep with pride.

The words themselves were almost fatal. Alicia's fingers clamped harder around mine, her hands shaking. While Abby folded her arms across herself in a tight hug and turned away from us. Mike sat down beside me on the chair, rubbed his hands together, looking at the floor as though there was nothing he could say that would make me better. "I should've been here," I whispered. The three of them looked at me. "If I'd returned earlier… If I hadn't squandered all that time in Dubai, if I hadn't spent those two days exploring, enjoying… perhaps none of this would have ever happened. Perhaps he would not see what he saw. Perhaps—"

Then he looked up at me, his voice steady and full of meaning. “Looking back to the day I first met you, I never imagined we’d end up here. At the time, I thought I was doing you a favour. But that was my first mistake. The truth is, I was the one being blessed—because without you in my life... who knows where I’d be? Maybe married to Sienna... or in the worst-case scenario, not even alive.” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I listened to him speak, my heart swelling with emotion.

I knew then this was all her doing. I lunged at her, ready to tear her apart, but before I could, Hanson struck me across the face, knocking me to the ground. I stared up at him, disbelief crashing over me. He still didn't believe me. We had grown up together, yet none of that mattered more than Julia's tears. I still remembered when she first came around. Hanson barely gave her the time of day. He stood firmly on my side. All his attention, all his care, was mine alone.

“In what way?” “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. My mother, our father, and I wouldn’t have reconciled.” I met his gaze, searching for understanding. “I guess it was destiny that we met—that you were… stalking me. If I hadn’t taken that risk, working for a stranger I knew nothing about, I might never have found her. I’d still be out there believing I was completely alone in this world. No family. No relatives.” His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking beneath the skin.