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The One He Let Go I needed space
AndersonAiden was stubborn, yes. But in all his stubbornness, he had never broken the rule about being home before 7 PM. Now it was nearing 9 PM, and there was no sign of him. My flight was in 40 minutes, and the weight of uncertainty pressed down on my chest like a vice.Ava stood in the living room, pacing nervously. “Anderson, I think we should call the police. He’s just a kid. What if something happened to him?”I rubbed my temple, trying to keep my composure. The last thing I wanted was to start an investigation with all the problem and back-and-forths. But Ava was right. Aiden missing called for immediate action.“Let’s hold off on that for now,” I said, grabbing my car keys. “He has one friend, Theo, who lives at the end of the estate. I’ll drive there and check first. Maybe Aiden’s there and just lost track of time.”Ava hesitated but nodded, her face etched with worry.I walked out the door, the cold night air hitting me as I climbed into my car and sped off toward Theo’s h
Last Updated : 2025-01-19The One He Let Go You don’t even care
AidenFor the past few days, the house felt quieter than usual. The kind of silence that made my skin crawl and my chest tighten. Grandma and Aunt Kate or should I say my stepmother were gone, off to Italy for some event I didn’t care about. At first, I thought their absence might be a relief, but it wasn’t. It made everything worse.The silence wasn’t peaceful; it was oppressive. There was no one around to cook a fresh meal, no comforting smells coming from the kitchen. Instead, I had to heat up leftovers from the fridge and eat alone at the table. I tried to pretend it didn’t bother me, but it did.I missed Mom.Not that I hadn’t always missed her, I did. But today, the weight of her absence pressed harder on my chest. Why didn’t she care? Why did she leave me behind? Maybe she was happy wherever she was, living her life while I was stuck here, miserable and forgotten.Or was it Dad’s fault?Dad wasn’t cruel, not really. He didn’t yell about my grades, always saying it didn’t matter
Last Updated : 2025-01-19The One He Let Go Missing Bag
AndersonStepping out of the house, I took a deep breath, savoring the cold night air. My phone buzzed in my pocket for the tenth time, but I ignored it. David was already waiting in the car, and my nerves were on edge. I was running late. I glanced at my watch as I walked toward the driveway. 9:30 PM. My flight was at 9:40, and the airport wasn’t far, but in this city, traffic had a mind of its own.“Good evening sir,” David greeted, stepping out of the car and opening the passenger door for me. “We should hurry if you want to make it on time.”“Tell me something I don’t know, David,” I muttered, sliding into the seat. “Did you double-check the itinerary?”David nodded, holding up his tablet. “Yes, sir. Everything’s ready. You just need to relax.”Relax? Not likely. Between Aiden’s stunt earlier, coupled with Ava’s endless nagging, and the pressure of this deal, I was anything but calm. I leaned back in my seat as David drive onto the highway, the light sound of the engine doing li
Last Updated : 2025-01-20The One He Let Go Arrived in Rome
AndersonHow could David make such a mistake? Forgetting my suitcase on a business trip this important? The man was reliable 99% of the time, but of course, it was the 1% that always seemed to matter the most.I sighed, staring out of the window of the taxi that had picked me up from the airport in Rome. As if leaving the suitcase behind wasn’t bad enough, I’d just realized that the main event wasn’t even in Rome. It was in Florence.Fluorescence? No, Florence. Whatever.I pinched the bridge of my nose, groaning softly. “This is why I should have double-checked the details myself,” I muttered.The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, clearly confused by my outburst. I waved him off and leaned back in my seat..I wasted no time booking the fastest flight to Florence. The whole ordeal was frustrating, but at least it was giving me a crash course in Italian domestic travel. By the time I landed in Florence, my patience was thinner than the thread count on budget hotel she
Last Updated : 2025-01-20The One He Let Go Birthday suprise
KellyAdrian always had a way of making me melt, whether I wanted him to or not. It was his deep sweet voice, his persistence, or maybe that disarming smile that made it hard to say no.I didn’t want to go out today, but he insisted. He didn’t say much about why, only that it was important. I resisted at first but eventually gave in. Harper was thrilled, of course, she loved any outing with her dad, no matter the destination.We stopped in front of Francesca’s restaurant, and my mood immediately changed.Francesca. Why here, of all places?This place brought back memories I wasn’t keen to revisit. The lack of gelato wasn’t even the problem, it was what this place represented.Childhood crush, Whatever.The knots in my stomach tightened as Adrian parked and led us inside.The moment we stepped in, I hesitated. Adrian, noticing my hesitation, looked at me. His brow furrowed, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he gestured to the table he had clearly reserved for us. Harper skipped ahead,
Last Updated : 2025-01-20The One He Let Go Gala Night
KellyThe ride back to the villa was quiet, except for the sound of the car engine and Harper's soft snores. Adrian had suggested we head back early to continue the celebration in private since Harper was getting sleepy. He’d said it so casually, but something about the way he’d looked at me during dinner made me suspicious. Adrian had always been full of surprises, especially on my birthday. He had a way of turning ordinary moments into memories, even when I thought he’d forgotten.As the car pulled up to the villa, my heart betrayed me with a sense of anticipation. My logical mind argued against it. Don’t expect anything. Don’t set yourself up for disappointment. But my hopeful heart whispered otherwise.When we stepped out, I hesitated. My hand lingered on the car door as Harper clung sleepily to my arm. Adrian glanced back at me with a quizzical look, but I forced a smile and followed him inside.Everything was the same as we’d left it. No surprise banners, no sound of soft music
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The One He Let Go Anderson?
KellyAdrian’s grip on my hand was firm as we stepped further into the grand hall. It was a stunning display of wealth and luxury, the kind that could only be afforded by the most wealthy circles. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a soft, golden glow, and the polished floors reflected the opulence of designer shoes and tailored suits.I had always been drawn to fashion, and tonight was no exception. My eyes darted from one outfit to the next, mentally cataloging brands and styles. Each detail seemed to outshine the last, yet nothing made me feel out of place. I was confident in my own sense of style.Adrian slowed beside me, greeting an older man in a sharp black suit. His warm handshake and cheerful banter left me momentarily free to let my gaze wander. I scanned the room, taking in the unfamiliar faces, one after another.None of them stirred any memory.I exhaled deeply, relief washing over me. For once, I could breathe without worrying about the ghosts of my past creeping in.
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The One He Let Go You’re suffocating me
KellyBlood seemed to drain from my face. Anderson? In Italy? I must've forgotten this was a show organized for designer's, but it still stung to see him here. My breath hitched as I let my eyes travel again, landing beside him was Kate. Her presence only made it worse. I tore my gaze away quickly, my grip tightening around the stem of my wineglass as I fought to steady my emotions. But Anderson’s eyes, those piercing, unyielding eyes never left mine.Adrian, oblivious to whats happening, continued his cheerful chatter about the gala. I was grateful he hadn’t noticed anything unusual, and I planned to keep it that way. Slowly, I let my gaze move back to where Anderson had been seated. To my relief, he was gone. A wave of calm washed over me, and I let out a soft sigh. Maybe this was just an unfortunate coincidence. Maybe—“Kelly?” Adrian’s voice snapped me back to the present.“Hm?” I turned to him, forcing a small smile as I pushed the thoughts of Anderson out of my mind.“I was sayi
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The One He Let Go Beloved mother
Kelly Susan and I went to visit Mom from there. A few scattered families stood by headstones, murmuring to the dead, leaving flowers, brushing dust from names carved in stone. It always struck me how the world never truly stopped, even in places like this. People kept grieving, kept visiting, kept remembering. I wasn’t sure if I had come here to remember or to forget. Susan walked beside me, silent but present. This was her first time here, her first time seeing the name of the woman who brought us into this world. Our mother. The woman Susan never really got to know. The wind was cold against my skin as we approached the grave. The headstone was simple, weathered but still intact. Jadeline Brook. Beloved Mother.That word, beloved, felt like a weight on my chest. I swallowed hard. “Here she is.” Susan stared at the headstone, her eyes tracing the letters slowly. “She was so beautiful,” she whispered. “She was.” My voice was quieter than I intended. Susan crouched d
The One He Let Go The past we left behind
Kelly I never thought I’d be the one to suggest visiting our father. Few months, I told myself I was done with him. That whatever love I had left had withered the moment I found out about Davis’s father. But as Susan and I sat in her living room, talking about everything, the uncertainty of the future, the idea slipped out before I could stop it. “We should go see him.” Susan blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Who?” I nodded, gripping my wine glass tighter. “Dad. You’ve never met him, Susan. Not really.” A beat of silence stretched between us. “Can I really do this ?” she asked carefully. No. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. But I nodded anyway. ……We drove to the nursing home. Susan was quiet as we walked down the hall, her arms crossed over her chest. I could feel her nerves, her uncertainty. I felt the same. When we finally reached his room, I hesitated. My fingers hovered over the door handle. “Are you okay?” Susan asked softly. I wasn’t. But I opened t
The One He Let Go Sister’s comfort
KellyI don’t remember driving to Susan’s place. One minute, I was standing outside Anderson’s hospital room, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts, and the next, I was gripping the steering wheel in front of her house, my knuckles white. I hadn’t planned on coming here. I should’ve gone home. But home didn’t feel like an option right now. I stepped out of the car, my legs stiff, my chest still tight from everything that had just happened. My fingers trembled as I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door swung open. Susan stood there, barefoot, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and leggings, her dark hair tied up in a loose bun. Her eyes widened the moment she saw me. “Kelly?” Her gaze swept over me, taking in my disheveled state, the tear-streaks on my cheeks. “What happened?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Susan didn’t wait for me to answer. She stepped aside and gently took my wrist, pulling me into the house. “Come inside.” The warmth of her hom
The One He Let Go The beginning or the end?
KellyThe hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitor beside Anderson’s bed. The air smelled sterile, cold, almost suffocating. I stood by the door, arms crossed, watching him. He looked thinner than I remembered, paler too. His once-sharp features were dulled with exhaustion, and his usually piercing blue eyes seemed… tired. Anderson looked at me like he didn’t quite believe I was real. Like if he blinked, I would disappear. “You came,” he rasped. I swallowed, keeping my expression neutral. “You asked me to.” A humorless chuckle left his lips. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I did.” Silence stretched between us. He shifted in the bed, wincing slightly, then ran a trembling hand through his thinning hair. “I don’t know where to start,” he admitted. I didn’t help him. He exhaled heavily. “I hurt you.” His voice was quieter now. “I ruined you. And for what? Ego? Power? I thought I was untouchable. That you’d always be there, no matter what I did.” My j
The One He Let Go The truth I can’t true
Kelly I couldn’t move. The phone still lay on the couch where I had dropped it. Anderson had cancer. The words circled in my mind, looping over and over, but they didn’t feel real. They couldn’t be real. He was lying. He had to be lying. Right? I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the living room. My legs felt restless, my heart pounding too fast, too loud. Every part of me screamed that this wasn’t my problem. That I had left Anderson behind, that his life, his choices, weren’t my burden to carry anymore. But what if it was true? What if he was really dying? A sharp pain settled in my chest. Aiden. Harper. How could I tell them? Should I tell them? My son had barely healed from the wounds Anderson had left him with. And Harper, she barely even knew him. Would she even care? Would Aiden? Or would this just reopen the wounds I had spent so long trying to heal? I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the thoughts away. But they only grew louder. I needed to talk to someone.
The One He Let Go The phone call that broke her
Kelly The phone buzzed against my nightstand, the vibrations loud in the silence of the room. I didn’t glance at the screen right away. I was curled up on the couch, knees to my chest, staring at nothing in particular. My mind was a mess. I had barely slept since I saw those two pink lines. The pregnancy test still sat on the bathroom counter, mocking me every time I walked past. My stomach churned at the thought of it. A baby. Anderson’s rejection of Harper played on repeat in my mind. The memory made my chest tighten, but then, another buzz. My gaze moved to the phone, and then I saw the name. Anderson? I stiffened. I should ignore it. I wanted to ignore it. But something in my gut, some strange, unsettling instinct, made me reach for the phone and swipe to answer. I didn’t speak right away, neither did he. For a few long, tense seconds, all I could hear was his breathing. Shallow. Uneven. Something was wrong. “Anderson?” My voice was flat and cold. A pause
The One He Let Go The diagnosis
AndersonThe headache started in the middle of a meeting. A dull, nagging throb at the base of my skull, like a warning sign I had learned to ignore. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple as the voices around me droned on. My assistant, David, glanced at me, his brows knitting in concern, but I waved him off. I was fine. Just tired. I hadn’t been sleeping well. My appetite was shot. I’d lost weight, enough for people to notice, but I told them I was just busy. Stress did that. Didn’t it? I reached for my water, but my hand trembled. I quickly curled my fingers into a fist and set it in my lap. The room felt too bright, the voices too loud, my pulse hammering in my ears. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the dizziness came fast, a wave crashing over me. Then everything tilted. The voices blurred. Someone shouted my name. And then, nothing. ……..I woke to the sound of something beeping. I opened my eyes. Sterile white walls, scent of antiseptic. The
The One He Let Go Pregnant
KellyI barely made it to the sink before my stomach twisted violently. Gripping the edges of the cool porcelain, I gasped as another wave of nausea hit me. I coughed, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and squeezed my eyes shut. Not again. For the past few days, something had felt… off. It wasn’t just the exhaustion, though that had been bad enough. It was the way my stomach rebelled every morning, how certain smells made me gag, how even the scent of my favorite perfume suddenly disgusted me. My hands shook as I reached for the glass of water on the counter. I took a sip, wincing as the taste sat heavy on my tongue. This couldn’t be happening. Could it? A cold dread settled in my chest as my mind drifted to a single possibility, one I didn’t even want to consider. But the signs were there. The nausea, the fatigue, the way coffee, something I normally craved, made my stomach turn. My breath caught in my throat. No. It had to be stress. I had been a rough week, ru
The One He Let Go He won’t let go
Kelly The sight of Anderson in my office felt like an old wound being torn open. I had barely gotten through my morning meetings when my new assistant, Mara, hesitantly walked in, her expression wary. “Kelly, I know you don’t take unannounced visitors, but… he’s here.” I didn’t need her to say his name. It was nobody else than Anderson Grant. I had been avoiding his series of calls and messages, and of course have been wary of places i go to. So, for the past 2 months now he had not seen me.For a moment, I considered telling her to send him away. But I was tired. Tired of running, tired of avoiding, tired of pretending his existence didn’t scrape at the edges of my peace. So I lifted my chin and said, “Let him in.” When he walked through the door, I barely recognized him. Gone was the polished arrogance, the effortless confidence that once made him confident. His suit hung looser on him, his face was pale, and his eyes, once sharp, looked sunken. He was thinner. And yet, d
