Novel & Cerita The Last Time We Say Goodbye Book

"I have to step out for something, Luke. I'll get ready for the wedding at our future marital home tomorrow, okay? Come pick me up there." I couldn't believe she and Cole were planning to use the home I prepared for us to have their final farewell. What a disgusting pair. They were a match made in heaven. "That won't work," I said as I tugged at my tie with an expressionless face. "The house was only recently renovated. It needs to be aired out a little longer before it can be lived in." It was a flawless excuse. Alice's expression fell at once, her eyes flooding with disappointment and frustration.

"Amore, the doctor says there's something wrong with the baby." Jonathan stiffened, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door. Only when he reached it did he seem to remember me. "Nat, something came up. You don't have to wait up for me tonight. Lock the doors and windows, and make sure you're covered when you sleep." What a hopeless romantic. Even then, he was still worried about me. How touching. After he left, the mansion sank into a dead silence. I dumped the remaining strawberry cake into the trash. I hadn't eaten something that sweet in three years, and I wasn't used to it anymore.

The taxi rolled through the bustling streets. I leaned back in the seat, sunlight pouring through the glass and warming my face, yet I felt numb to its gentleness. The warmth I once knew had been buried along with my mother and baby. The driver, an elderly man with silver hair, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. After a pause, he said softly, “Don’t look back, sweetheart. Look ahead.” He spoke the words I hadn’t dared to say aloud: “Look ahead”.

This is our last time together. What’s that? Oh my god

Bunny and Shivli exchanged a nod and said," FIRST, SAY FINAL GOODBYE TO YOUR GRANNY. IT'S TIME OF HER EXIT." So friends ! Here we finished 100 chapters. Drop comments and reviews I will answer all you. And also you can follow me on insta- Author_heer. Thanking you Author Heer.

My life and my relationship with my mother. I remember one of those sayings that I read once *Have you ever tried moving on Have you ever tried letting go Have you ever tried forgiving yourself When chasing forgiveness is like chasing the last bus of the night* This time, I’ll make sure I catch that last bus of the night and not just catch but also stay happy throughout the journey. Time to say goodbye and stay happy /////////////// It’s time to say goodbye to the first part of this book. I know people, it’s heartwretching and a not so happy ever after story.

Lawrence called my name, but he couldn't force out the next sentence. It was as if no matter what he said, it would be rejected. As if no matter what he said, he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. "I don't need your flowers. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Lawrence Schwartz." This was the first time in five years I had seriously called him by his name. I hoped it would also be the last. I dragged my suitcase outside. That oversized suitcase carried everything I owned from this old house. Lawrence looked back into the house. It was empty, lifeless. What was left for him looked no different from a staged model home.

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

He paused, then added, "You're always going on about divorce. Doesn't it get old?" Then, out of nowhere, a woman's voice chimed in on his end, "Lucas, dinner's ready." "Be right there," he replied, his voice suddenly warm and cheerful—a stark contrast to the distance he had shown me. I felt a wave of indifference wash over me. "Lucas, I mean it," I said, and before he could respond, I ended the call. I sent him one last message with the news, then demoted him from his VIP spot in my messages.

The final entry had been written on the day I discovered them. Leighton had written a suicide note, every word filled with guilt toward Harley. Even the way she addressed him had changed. She called him "hubby". [Hubby, if I should die unexpectedly one day, everything I own will belong to you.] [As for Logan, I've wronged him. Leave him enough money to live out the rest of his life comfortably, and that will be enough.] The blood in my body turned ice-cold, and my hand gripping the mouse trembled uncontrollably. A violent wave of nausea rose from my stomach. I grabbed the trash can and vomited.