The Woman I Was Before Novels & Stories

She then replied me "that's for me to know and for you to find out." I stood there dumbfounded. This woman has change a lot. I've never seen this side of her before. The Balkis I used to know is the soft spoken, caring, beautiful, smart, and innocent one but the Balkis that I'm seeing right in front of me now, is different. This is not the Balkis I once know. She's now the opposite of the person I used to know her to be. "Before I do something that we will both regret Balkis, leave from here. Now!!!" I roared at the end of my sentence.

“There has to be another way.” The woman smiled sadly. “There isn’t.” “No.” “Elaine.” “There has to be.” The woman stepped closer again. And suddenly— Elaine noticed tears in her eyes. “You know what the cruelest part is?” the woman whispered. Elaine froze. “We were happy before I died.” Pain hit Elaine instantly. Because somehow— She knew that was true. The woman continued quietly. “I loved him too.” The confession echoed painfully through the white emptiness. Elaine looked away sharply.

Even the dreamer. The woman smiled. “Finally someone remembers.” She took a step forward. The ground under her feet began to flourish. Not with plants. With memories. Scenes were created everywhere. People. Cities. Life. And disappeared again. “Who are you?” Mara hardly asked the question audible. The woman long looked at her. With an expression Mara could not interpret. Sad. Proud. affection. Everything at once. Then she answered: “I am the memory of what existed before memory.”

The calm before the storm. I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at myself. The woman staring back at me wasn’t the girl who had been forced into a marriage for power. She wasn’t the same person who had been manipulated by her parents or the woman who had walked into the Volkov family’s world, frightened and uncertain of her place. The woman in the mirror was someone entirely different. Stronger. More confident. Someone who had fought for what she wanted. Someone who was ready to step into her future with a man who had shown her love and respect in ways she never thought possible.

I wasn’t just the woman who died alone. I was more than pretty. And this time? They were going to see every damn bit of me.

But this time, I see you. I see the way you walk into people’s lives like a ghost and leave them haunted. I see how you twist words into puzzles and make love feel like a riddle no one can solve. I see your charm. Your pain. Your lies. And I’m not writing this because I want you back. I’m writing this because I want me back. The woman I was before you took my choices. Before Daniel clipped my wings. Before I forgot how to say no. Or yes. Or please, don’t leave. I’m not afraid of you anymore, not because you’re weak, but because I’m not.

Eyelashes fluttering in deep, quiet rest. I stood there for a moment, just watching her. This woman. My wife. The mother of my child. They had no idea who they were messing with. She wasn’t the girl they left broken. She was the woman who rebuilt herself with fire. And I’d burn the world down before I let them take her light again.

She listened to music without trying to please anyone else’s taste. Sometimes she stood in front of the mirror, studying her reflection. She looked thinner. Paler. Scarred in ways no one could see. But there was something else too. Clarity. She remembered the woman she had been before marriage — independent, opinionated, unafraid to say no. That woman had not disappeared. She had simply been buried under years of compromise. “I want her back,” Victoria said one evening, her voice steady. Mary smiled softly. “Then we’ll bring her back.”

Her behavior was different from yesterday. If we compare today and yesterday, then she was a different person at every angle. Even before that, she was a timid woman, and right now she was seducing me with her sweet talk, trying to get close. I saw the woman for the last few days, and she just disappeared in the smoke like a night.

♨️ Olivia ♨️ Goodness! Is this really me in the mirror? I look so different but gorgeous.. Yeah! It's my wedding.... After 3months of delivery " I told you sis, my hand did the magic on your face " Sophia clapped... She's a prof in makeup and she insisted on being my makeup artist " Yeah, I can't even recognize myself in the mirror. Looks like the second version of me " " You know why you look soooo pretty?"