Synopsis Of Expiration Dates: A Novel Novels & Stories

“Cecil, what's wrong? Hurry up and call a doctor!” Cecil collapsed into his arms with the color drained from her face and started to whimper, “Cade, I feel so awful. Am I going to die?” Cade embraced her tightly. “Don’t be silly, I'm here with you. I won't let anything happen to you.” Soon, the doctor showed up. Upon inspecting her condition, he announced brightly, “Congratulations, you are two months pregnant.” As expected. A pregnancy would usually be something worth celebrating, but not in this particular case. Cade had just gotten married and his past lover had gotten pregnant—something most upper class families would never permit to happen.

Just opened the image. [Gestational age: 38 weeks.] So yeah. He'd been lying to me for a year. From the second he slept with Cindy to now—he never said a word. Phoebe turned, spotted me, and sighed. She walked over. Cindy was her last patient of the morning, and the hallway was dead quiet, almost lunch. "Yuna... you okay?" She grabbed my hand. That's when I realized—I couldn't even feel my fingers. I turned to Phoebe, stiff as a board, and gave a quick nod. Just as I went to pocket my phone, a new friend request popped up.

When the daily drugging stopped, the fog in my head lifted in no time. After I graduated, I slowly took the reins of Cooper Group. Alex and Hilda faded from memory, like names written in sand. Now I stood as the sole heir to the Coopers. Dad's health worsened over time. He would even lash out at Alex each time he had his episodes. Mom, on the other hand, was slowly losing herself mentally—she would refuse to eat or drink, only hugging the infant's remains that were pulled from the river.

So whenever I traveled, worked out, or needed company, I would invite him along to unwind. I was debating whether to tell him the truth, but then I accidentally noticed something on the chair next to the balcony. A small device that looked like a cup. Inside it was a used condom, still smeared with cloudy residue. Daxton followed my gaze, and his face instantly flushed. He rushed to hide the thing in the nightstand. In his panic, he knocked over the contents of the drawer. A nearly full box of brand-new condoms rolled to my feet. He snatched it up quickly. "Please don't misunderstand. You know… Mildred passed early. All these years, I still can't forget her. I don't plan on finding someone n

People always held onto memories, whether they were of a person, an event, or even food. While he focused on cooking, I slipped away, lightly closing the door behind me. I had lied to him. Not only was I leaving, but I would never come back into his life again. ... To help me recover in peace, Dane left all his work behind and took me to Verihaven, a peaceful town surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers. By tacit understanding, neither of us mentioned Jethro. One day, I was in my room, writing my will. I rewrote it over and over, but I was never satisfied.

"What? But the man I just spoke to said he was your husband..." Sabrina rushed straight into the manor. "Rowan Shepard! Where are you?" At that moment, Rowan, who was in the bathroom, was startled. He threw the item in his hand into the toilet and frantically pressed the flush button. But the next second, the bathroom door was kicked open by Sabrina. She snatched the box from his hands and began frantically flipping through it. It was filled with photos—images of her from childhood to her transformation into a mature and captivating woman.

We’re done. That was all. No explanation. No I’ve been thinking, no It’s not you, it’s me. Just eight cold words, sitting there on the glowing screen. I read it again, and again. I looked around. I looked at the lights I’d spent an hour untangling, the food cooling in pots, the wine breathing in its bucket, the roses already beginning to wilt slightly in the warmth. Everything was prepared for a night that wasn’t going to happen. My chest tightened, a slow, sick twist starting somewhere deep. I set the phone down carefully, like it might explode if I wasn’t gentle.

This is her story. A warning that the book includes some dark elements that might affect some readers. Dom/sub relationship. Bdsm. Sexual themes and references. Child neglect. Drug abuse/addiction. Stalking. On screen and off screen rape. Prologue Present Day - February 6th 2026 The black dress hung from the closet door while I stared at it like it belonged to someone else's life. Funeral attire. I swallowed hard and folded another blouse into my carry-on before glancing automatically toward the clock on the wall. 1:42 p.m. My flight to New York left in three hours.

Today it expired. I had thought, back in August when I first found it during the reorganization, that the expiry would feel like something — a door closing, a chapter ending, some formal quality to the day that would mark it as distinct from the days before and after. I had been wrong about that. The day felt like any Monday felt when you had already decided what mattered and were simply living inside the decision. "I thought today might feel like something," I said. She looked up from the notebook. "Does it?" she said.

Panic rose in his chest. Right at that moment, the number above his head that was originally fewer than 100 days suddenly flashed eerily, and the number jumped from [89 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes] to [125 days, 7 hours, 30 minutes]. This was the first time the number had actually gone up.