Was I Ever The One? Novels & Stories

I whisper. Isabella’s chair scrapes suddenly against the tile as she stands. Her phone rings again in her hand, but this time, she doesn’t even check the screen. She just silences it. Then she says—flatly, but with something trembling beneath the surface—“This isn’t sustainable.” We both turn toward her. “He’s not someone who just… disappears,” she says, eyes glassy now. “He runs late. He overworks. He zones out sometimes. But this? This isn’t him. And I’m tired of pretending it is.”

Even as I sat at my desk, I still wasn’t sure how I had managed to escape from his grasp. A coworker slid over to my side when she saw me. "Aren’t you supposed to be registering your marriage this afternoon? Did I see that wrong, or do you just love work that much?" I rubbed my temples and shrugged at her, too drained to explain. Another email sat in my inbox. It was from the same sender who had sent the chat logs. The message was simple. It contained a single candid photo of a woman in a white dress pulling a suitcase through the airport Along with it was a short note:

I turned my phone screen toward David. "Look at this. She's implying I'm old. A woman in her 30s, still dressing like a teenage girl in bubblegum-pink dresses? It's pathetic." Just then, Emma updated her Instagram story. "My personal driver!" In the photo, she was pouting into the camera from the passenger seat. At the edge of the frame, I could clearly see Matthew's arm on the steering wheel. And it was my Tesla Model S.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

Evan scolded him, "You brat, are you asking for a beating? Your mom's health is the most important thing in this family!" I chuckled quietly. Then, I took advantage of her preoccupation by leaning over and kissing him. Our son finally surrendered. "Alright, alright. I'll come over right now." Evan said, "Forget it." Then, he hung up the phone. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at me. "Sweetheart, you tricked me!" Laughter filled the house once more. I only made one wish on my birthday. I wished that my halcyon days would last longer.

All Ava heard was Sabrina muttering to herself, "stop talking Sabrina. Stop talking." "Well, let's get this movie started shall we?" Leo asked. From the drop in everyone's shoulders, it was clear they were grateful for Leo breaking the silence. "Yay! Movie!" Mason fake cheered unnecessarily. As the opening credits rolled on the screen, Ava caught Eddie's eyes from across the room. She tentatively gave a small reassuring smile to tell him everything was going to be ok, that he'd be ok after losing his mate. But to him, it would have probably looked like any other normal smile, most likely with ice cream smeared on.

Verityon Corp—my company. And Zachary's Magnaris Group. The bidding got brutal. When the numbers pushed past their cap, Magnaris folded. I won. After the auction, their rep walked over. "Sierra, it's really you." Ethan. He looked completely wrecked. I stared him down, ice cold. "It's Elena. Not Sierra." He just stared, like he was trying to see through me. Totally rattled. I stood to leave. He stepped in front of me. "Sierra, come on. It's you. We're friends."

she says as she hugs me tightly. I close my eyes as I pray to the moon goddess that I'm right cause I can't imagine myself with anyone apart from her, we've been friends for as long as I can remember and in middle school I found out we both liked each other and we've been dating ever since, a lot of people don't approve of our relationship but I don't really care. Olivia has been here for me every time I needed someone I don't care about mates heck I don't believe in preserving yourself for them, my first everything was with Olivia and I know for sure that Olivia Kai is my mate.

The scene overlapping like a movie scene with no stop button. “𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐… 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕.”

After we get engaged, the six of us plan one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my best friend, Vera Lambert, suggests a game called the "24-Hour Couple Challenge." We each draw a card. Anyone with matching symbols has to spend the next 24 hours acting like a couple. Whoever draws a blank sits out and gets stuck taking photos and carrying everyone else's bags. I'm the unlucky one in the first round. My fiancé, Joshua Renfrow, and Vera both draw the moon. They hold hands as they watch the sunrise, while I trail behind them carrying their bags. The second round goes exactly the same way. I get another blank, while Joshua and Vera draw matching roses. This time, they have t