Romans & histoires The Other Half Book

The slightly bitter liquid slid down my throat, but the aftertaste carried a hint of sweetness. It felt wonderful. Freed from my parasitic marriage and that disgusting scumbag, my life as Helena Sutton was only just beginning.

His damp bangs clung to his forehead, and the sunlight streaming through the window caught his freshly washed hair, making it gleam like polished gold. At that moment, I suddenly realized that Theo would make a good partner.

When my father died, he left me with two prospective husbands. I was supposed to marry one of them, Nolan Mercer. But on our wedding day, he ran off with a housekeeper's daughter. So his younger brother, James Mercer, married me instead. On our wedding night, I slipped out onto the balcony and cried because I missed my father. James kicked the door open, mockery in his eyes and a sneer on his lips. "Are you really that heartbroken just because you had to marry me instead of Nolan?" For the next five years, he brought a different woman home every week. I swallowed the pain and did everything I could to be a good wife. But this time was different. Four months had passed, and the woman by his s

I opened my eyes, slowly with a small sigh. Before they could question about it, I walked away. The only thing that occupied my mind was her words. Julie---my other half along with Cherie, also known as a devious necromancer. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you like it. Like, comment and follow.

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

Mom used to say there was no point for a girl to buy property in a big city and that there would always be a room for me at home. I had believed her. I thought she just didn’t want me to exhaust myself, that she meant home would always be my safe harbor. However, when I actually returned, I realized not a single tile in that house belonged to me, let alone a room. Lying on the soft bed in my own apartment, I remembered how my coworkers had reacted recently when they saw me. "Wow, Elowen, you look totally different lately. You’ve gotten prettier. What are you using?"

I carried my bounty over to the counter and perched on one of the stools, sipping my coffee like I had my life together, even though my soul was still doing somersaults of confusion. One bite of the biscuit and I nearly moaned. Yep. That peanut-buttery goodness hit just right. Creamy coffee. Buttery, nutty biscuits. A quiet kitchen in the house of the man I may or may not have seduced. This was fine. Everything was totally fine. Probably. I was halfway through my second peanut butter biscuit—savoring it like it held the answer to all of life’s mysteries—when the sound of soft footsteps broke the silence.

"You are a half-blood, Elif. Torn between two worlds. Too human for the wolves. Too wolf for the humans. You've spent your entire life feeling like an error." My throat tightened. "How do you know that?" "Because I once walked in your shoes. I am also a half-blood." He sat on a fallen log, gesturing for me to join him. "I lead because I am a half-blood, not in spite of it." He scooped up a handful of soil, letting it sift through his fingers. "The purebloods deem us inferior. Broken. But they are mistaken. We are not broken, Elif. We are bridges."

I'll head back once I wrap things up here. On my way out, I slipped off the ring I had worn since the wedding and dropped it into a trash can by the door. I didn't need something that belonged to more than one person. Not a ring. Not a man. When I got home, I packed up everything Miles and I had bought together and threw it out. By the time I finished, half the apartment was empty. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I could breathe. The next evening, when I got back from work, Miles was standing outside the door. He was wearing a gray shirt I had never seen before. A faint, sweet scent lingered on him.

"We don't have to get divorced. I've cut all ties with Henry. We can go back to how we were." If she had said that long ago, I might have been moved. That promise was the whole point of the act. In the end, that amnesia act showed me the truth instead. I fished my phone out and played a voice recording. It was the night I stayed in the storage room, the night they went at it in the main bedroom. Every passing second of that recording drained more color from her face. "I've signed the papers, and I don't need the house. All I need is for you to disappear from my sight and never show up in my world again."