Too Far Gone Book Novels & Stories

As long as they didn’t flaunt it in my face or try to challenge my place, I would choose to let it slide. However, now I saw just how ridiculously naïve I’d been. Love would wear out bit by bit, like a flower that slowly withers without nourishment. Sean’s love for me could no longer sustain my staying by his side, and he left me playing the fool. The tea overflowed and spilled onto the table. Sean caught my hand, as if afraid I’d burn myself. However, I pulled my hand back and gave a faint smile. “Sorry, these cookies were baked for my friend. For this lady to just take one without asking, don’t you think that’s a little rude?”

After everyone was gone, he stayed there, kneeling before my coffin. He started to speak. He told me that he and Audrey had gone to Cranburn—but it wasn't the joyful trip they'd imagined.

She called him relentlessly. "Hey, Zeke?" "I told you. Don't call me anymore!" He treated her poorly. Even though he took the call, he showed no willingness to talk. "Zeke, I'm living here all alone, and it's tough. The apartment is too small, and the food doesn't sit well with me. I miss you so much. Please, let me come back, okay?" "If I recall correctly, your living conditions abroad were far worse than what you have now, Sophie. If you can't handle this, I'll terminate Winifred's services and the apartment lease.

I had my own network and my own ventures. Xavier had handed me a credit card without limits, and the balances in our offshore accounts kept rising. I launched a few offshore ventures and backed tech startups that brought in strong returns. Life had become so comfortable that I started easing off on attending to Xavier's every whim. When he had stomach pain, I no longer got up in the middle of the night to get him medicine. The butler handled it. When he came home from work, I didn't wait at the door anymore. I stayed in my room, focused on skincare.

He’d even forgotten to ask what surprise I had prepared for him today. I closed my eyes and let him walk out the door without a second glance. My heart felt like a heavy stone, slowly sinking into icy water. James was gone. The storm had passed, too. Through the window, faint golden sunlight began to pour in. It was going to be a beautiful, sunny day. I started packing my own things, putting everything I needed into the largest suitcase. I threw everything else into a garbage truck. Rowan stayed quiet the whole time until I took off the ring I had worn on my left hand for six years.

When had I stopped being the people-pleaser who bent over backward to make everyone else comfortable? The answer was simple: when I realized I had nothing left to lose. "Mommy?" Sophie looked up. "Are we going to visit Great-Grandma Rose this weekend?" Her innocent question brought me back to reality. Whatever courage I'd just displayed with Margaret, I still had to navigate the complicated reality of my dissolving marriage. "I'm... not sure yet, sweetheart. It's complicated." Sophie's face lit up with sudden excitement, completely oblivious to my internal turmoil. "Oh! I hope we do! Remember that beautiful white cardigan she knitted for me? The one that looks like a little Chanel jacket?"

“When you get better, let’s have another wedding. Forgive me. I wasted ten years of your life. I’ll make up for the rest of it, okay?” Her stubbornness left me helpless. “I agreed. As long as you sign the divorce agreement, I’ll go abroad for treatment.” Jaime believed me. She thought that as long as I cooperated with treatment, she could do anything. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and booked the earliest flight. I looked at our names on the document and let out a quiet sigh. Jaime was thrilled that I had given in. She smiled the entire day. I turned my head and said slowly, “I might not come back this time. My mom always said we never took a proper wedding photo. Let’s

I looked into Brian's eyes, but my heart didn't feel even a single ripple. My affection had already been worn down to nothing by the endless waves of betrayal. Having lived through all of this, I had finally seen the light. The love I felt for him in the past was genuine, but the disgust I felt now was just as real. Brian had indeed accompanied me through a massive portion of my life, but I couldn't allow a few crumbs of past sentimentality to rob me of my future and my dignity. Across from me, Brian looked completely disheveled, a thick stubble covering his jawline. It was obvious he hadn't slept a full night in weeks. Yet, I felt absolutely nothing.

" He turns around and proposes to Lina. Six years later, we encounter each other again in the werewolf kingdom based in Centralis—the Darkmoon Kingdom. He's about to become Centralis' Beta. Lina is by his side, wearing a haute couture dress. When he sees me covered in mud and rummaging through trash, he mocks me with disgust, "You looked down on 10 dollars back then, Emily Everhart, but now you're digging through trash cans like a beggar. "Do you think you'll be able to earn money by selling scraps? Even if you put on a sorry act in front of me, I won't show you any pity!" I glance coldly at him and continue to search for my pup's favorite ring. I had unknowingly discarded it like common tra

Candice told them that I'd been hurt so deeply that I would never bother with them again. Only then did they finally realize how cruel they had been toward me in the past. But it was too late. No amount of regret could ever make up for the hurt they'd brought me. Later on, I bought a bond-breaking potion from the healer and forcibly severed my mate bond with Ethan. To avoid being further harassed by the Volkovs, Candice and I went on a trip to the northern grasslands. The meadows there were breathtaking. While searching for new flower suppliers, we also took the time to enjoy ourselves.