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I tell her that I'll come back later to pick her up. Before leaving, I ask the maid to assist her with packing and then head to the hotel. It's time to face the beast, and it won't be easy. I arrive and go up quickly. I take a deep breath before opening the door, and as soon as I do, disappointment overwhelms me. She left me. I sit on the bed, unable to believe that she left without even letting me explain. She said she loved me, and at the first problem, she abandoned me. That devil of a woman had me wrapped around her finger, and now she's gone.

She cries everytime her name is being mentioned in the book. *** She left the province with the book, and during her 2 weeks stay in the province, she has finished reading all the pages of the book. At the end of the book, it has a reminder, which reads: “It is unburnable, Ms. Arden… Try your luck to burn it…”

I replied, sure of me, which is the worst thing that could happen. AUTHOR'S NOTE: *******Want to know more about "Where You Leave Your Heart Behind" is now available on Goodnovel in Spanish version at: En español https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000007152/null/Cuando-dejas-tu-corazon-atras Check out my social media for more information about my new books and latest chapters: Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Lara-Soultaker-Author-100194768690927 Instagram y TikTok @larasoultaker

As if everything it had hidden had finally left it. She stood there for a long time. Not thinking. Not analyzing. Just present. Because for the first time— There was nothing left to uncover. Only something to carry forward. And as she turned to leave— She didn’t look back. Not because it didn’t matter. But because it no longer held her. End of Chapter 121 Chapter 122: Legacy It didn’t end with a moment. There was no single day where everything felt complete. Instead, it unfolded quietly. Like something settling.

And she left. *************************** Don't forget to leave some feedback if you are enjoying this book! I appreciate it! ~C

Without a backward glance, without allowing herself a moment of tenderness or doubt, she left the child behind—an unbearable sacrifice she bore alone, locked away in the quiet chambers of her heart. She couldn't stop imagining how fully grown she would be now. When she'd heard her grandmother had died, Leah felt insanely at peace knowing there was no one to link her to the daughter she'd abandoned in a small town. It was a huge relief. But now, the thoughts were back or perhaps, they had always been there. Leah sighed deeply, cursing Mallory for reopening old wounds she thought had healed with the past decades. The loud ring of her cellphone sounding from her purse pulled her out of her thou

She had recorded it precisely, without self-pity, just the account of a thing that had happened and that she had moved through. She had been extraordinary in that entry. She could see it clearly now, from the other side. The woman who had made breakfast and eaten it and gone to work and not told anyone and not collapsed. That woman had been extraordinary and had not known it because no one had been looking. She kept reading. The last entry. *Tomorrow I leave.* She read it all the way through. The list of what she would take. The note about the wedding photo in her carry-on. The honest accounting of still loving him and leaving anyway because the two things had become impossible to hold simul

Neither pulled away. Lunch was simple, fresh fruit, bread, cheese, olives. They ate on the shaded lower deck, legs stretched out on the cushioned bench. He asked about the book she had been pretending to read for weeks. “It’s about a woman who leaves everything behind,” she said. “She walks into the sea and disappears.” He looked at her. “Does she come back?” Elena shrugged. “The book ends before we find out.” He smiled. “I hate books that do that.”

she said. Then she turned and left, disappearing into the darkness as quietly as she had come. I stared at the book for a long moment. What is wrong with this woman?

Then, my gaze landed on the photos of Mom and me from my childhood to adulthood. Mom had once told me that as long as she could see me grow up happily, she felt that all her years of hard work were worth it. In the drawer were the property deeds for the house and car Mom had prepared for me, along with pieces of gold jewelry. These were the wedding gifts Mom had prepared for me. She said these assets were for me to fall back on in my marriage. But before I even found a boyfriend, she had already taken her own life. I collapsed to the floor, clutching a photo of the three of us.