Unhappy Without You Novels & Stories

Their laughter lingered in the air, echoing into the distance. That woman was Sophia—Mason's first love, the one who had always been untouchable in his heart. One day, the Moore family went bankrupt overnight, and Sophia was forced to leave the country to stay with relatives abroad. And just like that, their love story ended. Slowly, Mason and I began to cross paths more often. I watched him numb his pain with alcohol until the early hours, all because of Sophia. I saw him defy his family, fighting tooth and nail in her name. And through those reckless, turbulent days, I remained quietly by his side.

"How did you let yourself end up like this? Thankfully, the Blackwells really like you. The wedding can be postponed, but your health is yours alone…" I said nothing and downed the medicine in one go. How could I even begin to explain all that happened with the Langston family? Telling him would only add to his pain. Without hope, there wouldn't be any despair. However, if someone gave you hope—only to snatch it away… Then the despair would be felt all the more strongly. I forced a smile through the lingering bitterness on my tongue. "I know. I won't let you worry again." What was done was done. I'd have to let time heal the rest.

he added, Like a broken record repeating in my ears. "So I hope you weren't born, so we could be happy without you."

Georgia exclaimed with a mischievous laugh. "Do you know that Sasha has nothing and no one to turn to now? The Lesters heard about what happened on your wedding day, and all the people who wanted to discuss a marriage alliance with the family have backed out. Mr. Lester's furious. Since he can't use Sasha to establish a marriage alliance, his company is about to go bankrupt. He even kicked her out in anger! "Sasha had no choice but to go looking for Jonah, but Mrs. Alston had frozen all his credit cards and bank account. He's only allowed to stay with his family now. He can't even have a meal outside.

He had looked me over with a puzzled expression and said I looked perfectly normal. At least in his eyes, I didn't seem abnormal. Maybe I could ask for his help with this. Just as I intended to go and talk to Noah, he appeared and looked like he wanted to talk to me. "Are you okay, Ivanna? I hope you're not affected by the unfortunate interactions with your previous two deskmates," Noah said with concern. I sighed, feeling frustrated. "It's been bothering me a lot. They were acting like I'm carrying some kind of plague."

Max disappeared into the mess of bodies, leaving me standing there like I didn’t belong in my own club. Then, like muscle memory, I felt my phone buzz again. Another text. You want me to meet you wherever you are? I typed sure Then erased it. Typed “don't bother” Erased that too. Finally, I shoved the phone back in my pocket, shaking my head with a low laugh. I smile as Ruby, Max’s girlfriend, waves me over, and I make my way to her table. She's fun, and I usually enjoy her company.

"I know I hurt you baby and I'm sorry I don't really know what has gotten into me I'm willing to rectify my mistakes my brother told me everything I'm sorry I was hurt by another guy sending you money while I'm there for you I'm really sorry I regret every moment and every word I've said to you please will you find it in your heart to forgive I'm promise I'll do better one more chance and everything will be okay just come back home at once even thou I called you a bitch but your my bitch right listen to this song please [If I should die before I wake it's cause you took my breath away loosing you is like living in world with no air ohhh " "I'm here alone don't wanna leave my hearts won't mov

“You’re not angry at them. You’re just angry that everyone seems happy… everyone except you.” Fuck. She’s right. This melancholy feeling has its claws deep in me and it won’t let go. It’s like while everyone else’s world is filled with rainbow colors, mine has been drained into dull greys and blacks. It’s depressing as hell and I hate that everyone else gets to be happy. “You’re right,” I admit quietly. To catch you up, Adrian hasn’t reached out. Not once. Not even a single text to give me something to hold onto. He’s gone completely silent and I’m too damn stubborn to reach out first.

He stormed out and slammed the door behind him. I sat on the couch, unable to sleep all night. At dawn, a friend request with a woman's profile picture popped up on social media. Within ten seconds, messages started flooding in. A photo appeared, showing a woman with bare shoulders. Next to her was Eli, sound asleep. "He will never marry you. So what if you have a daughter with him? We made love all night, and he just fell asleep. Eli told me that he despises you and finds you nauseating."