What She Left Behind Book Summary Novels & Stories

she said. My fiancee was shielding her lover behind her right in front of me. But I knew what she was really after.

"How could a nanny's daughter think she can pass off as the Whites' heiress? If not for the fact that she grew up together with my daughter, I'd have thrown her out long ago." Winnie coughed up blood and collapsed to the side. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward me and grabbed my pant leg, begging desperately. "We grew up together, Amy… You even said you'd always treat me like your sister. "Do we have to go beyond the point of no return just for a man? I was wrong. I'll return Elias to you, but can we return to how things were?" As I look at her broken state, a flicker of hesitation rose in my chest.

I officially returned to my post as a forensic pathologist. I heard Maddox was transferred elsewhere, but I didn't care. He did come to me once, asking to get back together. But after I harshly humiliated him, he backed off. After everything was finally settled, I took leave and returned to my hometown. I handed the mother worm I had taken from Jessica to my Grandaunt Tabitha, who knew how to dispose of it. With some effort, she burned the mother worm to death. Once the mother worm died, the child worm inside me disappeared as well.

As he was dragged away, he turned his head to look back at me, and that was when his tears finally fell. His mother had come with the bodyguards. When she spotted me, she stopped in her tracks. "Zachary is going abroad to study business. If you still have feelings for him, then when he comes back—" "Mrs. Corington," I interrupted her in a placid tone, "I've already broken up with Zachary. I won't get involved with him again." She opened her mouth, but my words seemed to have eased her concerns, for she left with the bodyguards instead of saying anything.

She left almost at once and went straight home. The moment she pushed open the bedroom door and saw the empty bed, the half-cleared wardrobe, and all the little things I used every day gone from their places, she stopped cold. She called for the butler and demanded to know where I was. He could only tell her that I had left earlier that day with my luggage and had said nothing before going. That was when her face turned white. Then her phone chimed. An email. It was the recording I had sent her.

Defeated, he lowered his head and signed the papers. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t wait. With the divorce papers in hand, I turned and walked away. Just as he had done to me so many times—leaving without a second thought to run to Anne—I left him with nothing but the sight of my cold, indifferent back.

Just finish packing and go. Once everything she needed was packed, she zipped her suitcase closed, took a deep breath, and set it beside the door. She cast one last look around the room, at the bed they shared, the nightstand where she kept the little trinkets she loved, the books they had debated over in rare quiet moments. Her heart ached, but she steeled herself. ‘This isn’t home anymore,’ she reminded herself. ‘It’s just a place I’m leaving.’ ---

“I don’t care anymore. I have friends now. I’m sure you made plenty in London.” She didn’t look affected at all. The coldness of it actually made me shiver. “You’re being immature.” “You’re an asshole.” “Watch your tone. I’m still your boss.” “My apologies, Mr. Montgomery,” she said, quiet now. “Don’t I get a welcome-back hug?” I asked, hoping, now that we’d finally said something real, she’d give an inch. Jasmine Ray and Japheth Montgomery were best friends before they were anything else — before four years of silence turned two children into strangers wearing grown-up names. Then he comes home. As her boss. Japheth is handed a company in crisis, a rival who wants to watc

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

"Tell me about it." He was quiet for a moment, turning something over. Deciding how much to give me and what to keep back, which was smart. "She left," he said finally. "That's the simple version. She built a story about what we were that suited her and she left and now she's living in a very expensive house with a very powerful man and performing recovered for an audience that believes her." Something moved in his expression, subtle and cold. "I don't like things left unfinished." "And what does finished look like?" I asked.