When He Disappears Let Him Go Novels & Stories

I sighed heavily. “Look,” my voice cracked, and I hated it. Tears blurred my vision before I could stop them. “Bruce is a sick son of a bitch, but I promise—if you let me go, I’ll make sure he pays you back. Every cent. No one has to know this ever happened. I’ll disappear. You’ll never hear from me again.” He chuckled. Was this some sort of joke to him? “Seems you do a very good job at disappearing huh?” I froze.

But right stopped being an option a long time ago. There's no going back. Not anymore. "Freedom..." The word escapes me, quieter than I intended. A ghost of a thought, spoken aloud before I can cage it. I meet his gaze again, firmer this time. "If I help you get what you want... you help me disappear. Safely. For good. Away from Edward." He leans back slightly, repeating the word with slow deliberation: "Freedom..."He rolls it around like a coin between his teeth. Testing its weight. Its value.

"You always said you wanted to stay by Sylvia's side and protect her, didn't you? Starting today, you and your dad can stay with her. Protect her, just like you wished." With that, I no longer cared whether he understood me or not. I didn't look back at his puzzled expression. I picked up my suitcase, walked out of the villa without turning my head, and made my way to the airport. Just before boarding my flight to a foreign country—one where no one knew my name—I dropped my phone into the airport trash bin, along with every memory I had of Aaron and Lucas. And as the plane lifted into the sky, I was free.

He understood immediately. I knew. Kane didn't want us to stop him. It was better to let him leave with the dignity of a pack Alpha. As I watched his figure fade into the distance before finally being swallowed by the waves, I realized that once two people had drifted apart, they were destined to never meet again in this lifetime.

The verdict for Martin had been decided—he was sentenced to 13 years of imprisonment for soliciting for murder. During this time, he tried every possible way to contact me. He even sent me a letter written in blood, begging for my forgiveness. But I ignored him—I simply tore it up and threw it in the trash. In the end, he gave up and left me one last message: "Take care, Audrey. I love you." Everything was over. I booked a flight ticket to go abroad to clear my mind at Lunaris, Sylvoria. I rented a small cabin at the foot of Silverpeak. During the summer after my college graduation, I came here with Henry for a vacation.

"It's okay, Mom. I can still enter the contest like this." Although Theo didn't say a word, I knew we had reached an understanding. At the event, every father tried their best to get votes for their child, but Theo ended up with zero votes. After the contest, I did three things. First, I withdrew Theo from school and severed his last tie to the pack. Second, I submitted a formal request to the Elder Council to break the mate bond. I even paid extra to expedite it. Third, I packed our bags overnight and took Theo on the next train out. There was no goodbye or looking back.

Dad and I weren't allowed to eat such good food, so they alone would collapse when the time came. Winter nights fell quickly, and by a little past 7:00 pm, it was already pitch dark. Out in the yard, Grandma and Mom slowly collapsed after eating the dish, and the others went limp to the ground. My heart raced. I waved to Lucas, who was hiding in the darkness, and went to the pigpen with him to free Dad. Lucas' expression was utterly serious. He quickly put a coat on Dad, who looked surprised, and swapped his broken shoes for a good pair. "There's no time to explain. I'm an undercover cop. Come with me."

I really don't know, and I can't guarantee it. Maybe time is magical. I can't tell whether I never liked Levi as much as I thought, or whether time has diluted my feelings for Levi, which is why I can't give an answer. But it doesn't matter anymore. "Levi, move on. Treat your partner with sincerity in the future and be together forever." After that, Levi disappeared from my world. But this time, I won't feel sad, and I won't be looking for him. Since then, I've completely stopped dwelling on the past.

This was the first time I had rejected Charles' affection. He let out a cold snort and stood up abruptly. On his way out, he slammed the door behind him. He did not come home that night.

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married. I looked at her, smiling. She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject. The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes. My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one. So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.