You Left Me Novels & Stories

I gently pushed her hands away from mine and her breath hitched in her throat. "I am leaving," I uttered and exited out leaving both brother-sister duo. **** To be continued. Love you all♡♡♡♡

" I looked down at his stubborn yet fragile grip on my hand. In the end, I sighed and pushed him away. "We're over, Eugene."

"She left you, she left you not me-" "Leave," "I planned on doing that anyway, and disregard my invitation," I said grabbing my jacket walking out. . . . . . . . . .

“So, you can come in and take your things without bothering him. At least you can keep what little’s left of your dignity, because as Derrick said, I’m magnanimous like that.” “Oh, however can I thank you,” I snarked. “No need to thank me, just get lost as soon as possible,” Jade smiled beatifically, and left, having the last word. I waited a couple of minutes before paying for my drink and leaving the coffee shop. When I stepped out into the sunlight, holding the divorce agreement in my hands, I was dazed. The day had finally come. I never realized it would be this soon. It was finally over. Even though I felt sad, especially for my past self who had so many hopes and dreams of being loved,

I had so many things I wanted to say to him, but the words disappeared at that moment, along with my tears. There was no point in fighting for him any longer. Thomas didn't love me anymore—his words were all the confirmation I needed to hear to answer any lingering questions I still had. Melody was calling for Thomas. He frowned as he gazed at me. "That's enough for today. Don't spout nonsense to Mel again," he said before taking his leave. Throughout our entire conversation, he never asked about my well-being even once. "I can give up on him completely now…" I murmured to myself.

Christopher took a deep breath, struggling to hold onto the last shred of pride. "Fine. I was wrong before. But now, I really want to be with you. Can't you just give me one chance? We were once married, Alice. Didn't I mean anything to you at all?" I said coldly, "The moment you left me to die and tried to steal my kidney for Jennifer, you should have known that I felt nothing but disgust for you." I didn't bother sparing him another glance. I turned and called for security at the care facility, ordering them to throw him out. I also told the person in charge not to let him near Mom again.

There was only one message inside, and it was scrawled out, as if the one who left the message was going through a lot of pain when they wrote it. 'You have a pure heart, Selina. It does not deserve to beat in the chest of someone like me. I will never spare those who've hurt you, including myself.'

The client next to him asked in fluent Chinese. Jackson waved his hand to refuse. But the next moment, his mother called, "Jackson, pack your things and come home immediately. Something has happened in China, and we need to go back." Upon hearing the words "go back," Jackson's heart suddenly moved. It had been six years since he had last been back. He still remembered clearly the tragic and heart-wrenching events before he left - "Jackson, everything that happened today is entirely your own fault. If you blame anyone, you can only blame yourself for having the thoughts you shouldn’t have. She is not a person you can have thoughts about!"

You should understand that I’m leaving you, not the other way around! The words “I’m leaving you” were like a knife stuck in his heart. He ached inside.

His face fell. Good. Let it. “You left.” The words trembled on their way out, scraping raw edges inside me. “You disappeared. You cut me out of your life before I even had a chance to exist in it.” “I was young,” he whispered. “And lost. And-” “You were a grown man,” I snapped. “And you chose another life.” His eyes tightened at the corners. “It wasn’t that simple.” “It never is for the people who leave,” I said. “It’s always complicated for them. Never for the ones left behind.”