Novel & Cerita Things I Never Said Book

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

Never Again 🌷 “Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.

“You say that now.” “I said it because it’s true.” Her fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the closed book resting near her lap before she looked away briefly. “I’ve never been to one of those events before.” The admission sounded reluctant. Like she hated giving voice to uncertainty around me. I studied her quietly for a moment before finally sitting down across from her. “It’s mostly performance,” I said calmly. “People talking too much while pretending they aren’t judging each other.” “That somehow made it sound worse.”

I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flicked to the book, then back to mine. “You read it?” I nodded, feeling suddenly exposed. “There were things she never told anyone,” Daniel said, voice low and thick. “Things she kept locked away, just like this house.” The room seemed to shrink, the space between us charged with an invisible pull. I glanced down, heart pounding, then back up to meet his gaze. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to break the rules?” I asked, my voice trembling with the weight of the question.

, I narrated. “ That is good to know, and I am happy that you are making progress”, she uncrossed her legs and placed her book and pen on a side table, “ look, I have nothing else to say to you, because quite frankly, I've said everything I could say, but I'm gonna tell you this: I recognize something here. A pattern. It seems to me as if you've never really moved on from that highschool love, or rather, bully of yours”. “ Hakim?”

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

Did you really think that I liked you and wanted to spend the rest of my life with you? You fascinated me at first and I wanted you for a little while, but you just had to get pregnant didn't you? Long story short, I don't love you. I never did and I never will. I'm engaged. If you have any ounce of self respect, you won't contact me anymore. And I took my ring. C_

After dinner, Martin was called by his father to the study to discuss work, while I went to the room Martin had when he was young. There was a diary on the bookshelf. I had never opened it out of respect before, but now I was unwilling to give up even the slightest clue. The first page of the diary featured a photo of me in a pure white wedding dress, my head lowered, looking a bit sad. Behind the photo was a delicately written phrase—My First and Only.

I replied quietly. When he saw how calm I was, he completely broke down. "Don't say it. Please don't say it anymore. Don't hurt me, okay?" The decisive, commanding CEO everyone knew had been reduced to someone so pathetic. "You made your choice," I said. He childishly covered his ears. "I don't want to hear it. You said you loved me. You said you would love me for the rest of your life." As he spoke, his hands fell weakly to his sides.

“Now! I never want to see you again!” I got out without hesitating. The rain hit my face like the rite of a release. The sports car roared, a sharp scream, and tore away. Raphael's thoughts could no longer form words. Only a despairing howl was left. And still he refused to bow his head and say one soft thing. Then I would give him what he wanted. I blocked Raphael's number, flagged a cab, and went straight to the airport. Raphael. Your lies, the way you never meant what you said, I was done playing along.