Too Late Colleen Hoover Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her legs went weak, but she still forced herself to move, stumbling back to her car and speeding toward the crematorium. "No way… This can't be true… The person I dissected was really Jay? Why didn't anyone tell me?" At a red light, she called the hospital director to confirm. Her hands shook as she waited, hoping he would deny it. But he didn't. "Yes, Jay Willis. He's the son the wealthy family recently taken back, right? Why are you suddenly asking about…" She hung up before he could finish. She ran four red lights, but she was still too late.

"Stop mentioning her! She's full of lies! Cyrus was just fine, so how could he have suddenly gotten into an accident? "It's all just a ploy to get my attention!" Chelsea's voice was filled with concern as she asked, "Still, wouldn't it be better to give them a call? What if something really did happen to them?" At that, Niall impatiently picked up his phone and called someone from the same medical department as him. Moments later, he nearly crushed his phone tightly as he spat, "I told you that woman was lying! There were no accident victims who arrived at the hospital today!

Hospitals truly were the strangest places in the world. In one room, someone lost hope. In another, someone was given a second chance at life. Tonight I was trapped somewhere between the two. My phone vibrated softly in my pocket again. I had almost forgotten that I turned it back on after shutting it off earlier. A message appeared. From Ophelia. I stared at the screen for a few seconds without expression. “How is Vivienne doing?” That was all. No anger. No demands. No drama like before. I let out a long breath before locking the screen again without replying.

Truly, it was an incredibly generous gift. As William and Sheila glanced at each other, Dad struck me as almost laughable, like a bad joke. At that moment, Dad's phone rang. It was the housekeeper, Mary Lane. "Mr. Wade, Ms. Wade hasn't come home for several days. Should we…" "If she wants to come back, fine. If she dies out there, even better," Dad snapped, absentmindedly rubbing the bone sculpture. "If she calls, tell her this. Unless she kneels down and apologizes to Sheila, she can forget about stepping into this house again."

"Where do you live? I'll send you home." "No other patients for the day?" He pointed at his watch in resignation, emphasizing, "It's already six. My shift's over." Anthony walked me home, and it felt surreal to me. He watched as I dumbly walked into my home. Just when I was about to close the door, he put his hand against it. He arched an eyebrow and joked, "Not going to invite me inside? We have a lot to catch up on." "Oh, yeah, right." I snapped out of it and invited him inside.

Rather than feeling angry or panicked, a wave of pure relief washed over me. I actually smiled. If I had delayed my meeting with Mr. Cole by even a single day, Damian would have cleared out those accounts to patch up his bleeding company. This notification was the final proof I needed. I had officially confirmed that I made the right decision. This man was a vulture, and I had clipped his wings just in time. I closed the app, booked my cab, and returned to Damian's house. I needed to finish packing the rest of my belongings before making my final move. Later that afternoon, the quietness of the house was shattered.

Half a month had passed since I last saw him, so I already missed him dearly. However, as soon as I arrived at the airport, I ran into Quinton and Zachary. They both had sullen expressions, but their faces lit up immediately when they saw me. "Mom! I knew you would come! Are those tarts for me? Thank you for these!" Zachary eagerly snatched the box from my hand. Quinton said coldly, "I told you the deadline was before three o'clock. Do you know what time it is right now? You should learn a thing or two from Lynn when it comes to timeliness!"

"Tomorrow, you make a decision. You either stay with me, or you let me go. No more indecision, Remus. I can't live like this anymore." She walked out. I let her go, because for once, letting go was the only honest thing left I had to offer her. The door clicked shut behind her, and the sound of it felt final in a way the door had never felt before, all the years we'd spent in this house condensed into one small mechanical click. *** I stood there a long time after the door closed, staring at nothing at all. Selene had given me an ultimatum, and I had no answer ready. Stay with her and keep living inside a lie neither of us believed anymore? Or let her go and finally admit I'd wasted five yea

“Come to Oak Street. Room 203. I need to ask you something.” From the speaker came Chloe’s voice, light and laced with annoyance. “Babe, right now? I’m late for a pedicure.” Nathan’s jaw flexed. His voice dropped. “It’s urgent.” He hung up without waiting for a reply. I leaned back into the sofa. “That’s not all I found on her,” I said, voice cool. “Remember the gossip websites? The disgusting comments? That didn’t just happen. That was her too. She fed them the story—played the victim and made me look like the crazy, desperate ex.”

"Evan, I want to be the lady of the Beckett family, too!" "Sure, I'll marry you once Fiona's out of the picture…" The call was cut off amidst heavy panting. As I listened to the mechanical beeps of the dial tone, I realized my colleagues were right; I had been a pathetic doormat. Shaking off the memory, I said softly, "Don't worry. Even though you're the one who committed infidelity, I won't take a single dime of your family's assets. I've left all the jewelry you bought me on the vanity table—"