When Never Comes Novels & Stories

Ten minutes later, her text popped up on my phone. [Lincoln, I have to stay with Gurney to meet his parents. I'll definitely visit your mom the next time!] I was not even surprised. In the past two years, I had lost count of how many times I heard that same phrase. 'Next time, for sure'. Missed our anniversary? 'Next time, for sure'. Bailed on visiting my mother? 'Next time, for sure'. Too busy to go get our marriage registered? 'Tomorrow, for sure'.

I decided to visit my mother's homeland, the Lowland Pack—a place she always described as a land of eternal spring. Cecilia had never liked the harsh winters at the Snowdrifter Pack's homeland. She would be happy to have a resting place in a land filled with warmth and flowers. … The next day, I decided to go to the Snowdrifter royal palace to reclaim my assets. Strangely, the once-bustling palace was eerily empty. Filled with doubt, I headed toward the treasury hall. "Liam, do you really plan to return all the assets to Sofia?" Mia asked, slightly out of breath.

I was gone. "Catherine… Cathy… Sweetie… where are you? Please, come out! Cathy, I remember now… Please, just come out!" He screamed at the empty space, but no one answered. He fumbled with his phone, calling me over and over. Still, no response. It was then he realized, in a gut-wrenching moment of despair, that aside from my love for sculpture, he knew nothing about me. His knowledge of his own wife was painfully barren. The phone rang again. This time, it was Hannah. "Theo… where are you? It hurts so much… Please come back… Our baby…"

Every time I opened my eyes, I needed a few seconds to figure out whether I was in a nightmare or reality. My mom came to visit me. She told me that Aiden called her, explained everything in detail, and asked her to come take care of me. She stroked my face and sighed. "He sincerely admitted his mistake. He swore that nothing actually happened between him and that woman. "Lily, remember how you used to be obsessed with celebrities? You wrote whole notebooks full of love letters to them. Just think of it like that." I shook my head. "It's not the same."

Waiting. Not welcoming. Never welcoming. Just… waiting. 🩸

Will never. To be continued…

"Never mind." *

He turned back and smiled at me. "I'll have someone come clean up the mess later. Don't touch the broken porcelain, okay? And when I get home, I hope I'll see my birthday present." I felt unbearably cold, my whole body trembling. It was as if all my emotions and senses had been drained away. I felt hollow, lifeless. The person on the other end must have grown impatient and called again. Lawrence answered instantly. "Lawrence, we're getting a divorce if you walk out that door."