The Things We Never Got Over Series Novels & Stories

At the girl who had smiled at me on my wedding day and then twisted the knife. "Clara, it wasn't me, I would never do such a thing," I said quietly. "You know I would never do something like this to you. Mum—" "Stop," Clara said sharply, cutting me off. Her voice changed for just a moment, became harder, colder. Then she caught herself and let it tremble again. "Stop lying, Mara. Stop trying to blame other people. You did this. You made me disappear. You traumatized me. Stop trying to act all innocent."

And I was never, ever taking that for granted again. **THE END**

I reached for him, but he'd already turned away. The door slammed shut, leaving me alone among scattered petals. I crossed to the fireplace and fed the ruined white roses to the flames. The petals curled, blackened, and turned to ash, like our love. I thought Ryder would let it go after my outright refusal, that he might reconsider. After all, we'd been unshakable until then. We were fated mates, blessed by the Moon Goddess. But two days later, a courier delivered an unmarked package. I opened it to find the pregnancy test results from the infirmary.

We can't keep living together; we have to make our own lives. We will always be there when we need to be, and we will never leave each other alone; we will keep our promise of "Always together, fighting the world." I walked over to Drew and hugged him. "Andrew, Klaus, I had forgotten for a moment to give this to you," Norman said to us, handing us each a little box. I opened it carefully, and inside was a late-model cell phone: "Your numbers are already registered and mine too, and before you say anything… He didn't take 'no' for an answer. Got it?"

When Tamara received a call from her brother Mark, she was at home reading the October issue of Glory magazine. She was so proud of her brother and her sister-in-law's fairytale love. Their love was so special, only few managed to achieve it. She prayed that their love be stronger every day. It was her heart's desire to be blessed with something like that. She was aware that Serene had a miscarriage. Also, she overheard Mr Johnson telling Victoria that he felt that the incident was not simple. Was Mr Johnson telling the truth? She decided to listen to the recording. She was dumbfounded when she heard that Serene was plotting to kill her nephews.

We did not speak of the wedding. It existed between us like a sealed door neither wished to open. I could feel it hovering at the edge of every quiet moment, waiting to be acknowledged, but we chose instead to look away. Roman never spoke her name. I never asked about preparations. When the court buzzed with talk of alliances and heirs, we withdrew deeper into our small, stolen world and pretended time would hold its breath for us. Sometimes I wondered if that was the cruelest lie of all. Yet still, I stayed.

She gave it to Peggy. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. Peggy's ambitions were crystal clear. My savings were drained for their wedding, and now, with her kid starting school, she had her sights set on me again. What a family of leeches. Absolutely disgusting. I shook my head, too sickened to stay. But when I tried to leave, I couldn't. Frustrated, I turned back toward them, forced to watch. Then Chad suddenly sat up, clutching his phone.

Devin rebuked playfully while sipping his drink. “I think I agree with Sean, Dev. The battle between your son and you has been going on for quite a long time now,” put in the third accomplice, Doctor Nash Cooper. “Well, I was getting pretty desperate myself after the failure of ‘Project Barnes’.” “I know. You could hardly wait for Rachel to turn twenty-five,” replied Sean with a benign smile. Ever since college, Devin has been the leader of their group of four, including the late Trevor Lloyd.

His eyes were wide, panicked. He spun in circles, searching— Then he saw my car. He ran. No hesitation. Arms waving, shouting my name, voice cracking with desperation. But my heart? Already gone. I didn't hear a thing. The car rolled forward. Damien receded into the distance. I thought ending it would finally cut me free. But the live comments still hanging in front of me said otherwise— This wasn't over. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Damien. Call after call. Messages stacking up.

Please be my most beautiful bride. I was so fed up with him that, in the end, Quentin had to pressure the Nolans to get Justin to stop with his antics. On the day we went to get our marriage certificate, as soon as Quentin and I arrived at the court, someone blocked our way. It was Alice. She looked rather pitiful. "Quentin, don't be fooled by Viola. She loves Justin and has always wanted to get back together with him. Be careful—or you’ll lose her to Justin."