Sigh. Have you ever felt that you have to go but cannot make that first step? That is how I feel today. Cassy and Caleb’s story has ended, yet I feel sad at the thought of saying goodbye. I started this story December 2023, and since then, it has brought me so many firsts: * First book with more than 200 chapters, * First book with 200k+ words, * First book with a banner promotion, * First book with highest reads at 70.2k to date, and * First highest-grossing book. This book wouldn’t reach those milestones if it weren’t for you. So, on this page let me thank some of the people who left their marks in my book: First is my editor Lyra Pinter. Thank you for the patience, support and tips you provided to make this book where it is at the moment. Also for GoodNovel. This platform gave me the opportunity to reach out to more audience. Thank you for the gems Chi, Lean Cantara. Jennifer Gonzales, Lhyn, Susan, Yolly Villanueva, Maria Theresa Sant
“Cassy, the food has gotten cold. It’s late, and Caleb has not shown up for dinner. Do you want me to pack all these and put them in the fridge? You can reheat it later.” Old Mrs. West, our housekeeper, suggested. I heard the implication in her words but refused to acknowledge it. Caleb will show up, says the tiny glimmer of hope in my heart. “Just let it be, Mrs. West. Caleb might be stuck in the office and does not have dinner yet. I will wait for him here.” I told her, trying to sound cheerful despite the situation.I averted my face - partly because I did not want the pity I am sure to see from her and also because I did not want to let on how disappointed and hurt I was that my husband ditched the anniversary dinner I painstakingly prepared for him with the help of the older woman.A lengthy pause followed my pronouncements as I am sure Mrs. West watches me in disbelief because who am I kidding?Caleb never came home for dinner. Since our argument last week, Caleb has
My vision blurred as I watched Caleb’s receding figure. He had turned his back on me and was now continuing his climb up the stairs - presumably to retire for the night - leaving me standing on the landing with my head tilted backward, chasing his rigid back with shadowed eyes. I did not move from my position until he was well out of my sight. Then, his words slowly sank in, and something in my head shifted. Caleb’s brushing me off shouldn’t be the end of us. Hurriedly, I followed him upstairs. My feet created a staccato rhythm as they landed hard on each step. I went to our bedroom, disappointed to find it empty. My eyes swept over the still well-made bed and grimaced. The bed looked lonely, as desolate as I was feeling. Since our heated row last week, Caleb stopped sharing the master’s bedroom with me. I thought it was his way of cooling his head off, of giving us space to think. I did not realize that he was already making a bold statement - that he was about to impos
I looked at my phone in a daze. Somehow, Caleb’s mom’s tirade did not surprise me. Caleb’s mom did not like me, but she could not do anything three years ago to stop Caleb from marrying me. But even so, she would let her disgust of me froth her mouth every time Caleb brings me to her home. She did not want a lowly secretary for his son’s wife. Shaking my head from my trance, I went to the bathroom to do my morning rituals and then got down. “You look like h*ll." Mrs. West looked worried as she ran her eyes over my face. Feeling self-conscious, I tried to evade her scrutiny and asked what was on my mind. “Have you seen Caleb?” “He left very early this morning.” She replied. Then, in a kinder tone, she added, “Did something happen, Cassy?” I shook my head. Until now, I still could not wrap my head around the idea that Caleb is divorcing me. Turning around, I went back in the direction of the staircase. “What about breakfast, Cassy?” Mrs. West’s voice held me
After leaving Caleb’s building, I walked aimlessly, letting my feet take over and not minding where they would take me. My mind is in shambles. My phone rang and I took it to answer the call. “Cassy, where are you?” Tory. my best friend asked. She sounded frantic. I looked around me and saw an unfamiliar place. “I am not sure,” I admitted morosely. “Well, get the h*ll to this place.” She mentioned the name of a luxurious five-star hotel, before adding, “ Your man is being stolen by another woman.” I smiled wistfully. “A man would never be stolen if he was truly in love with his girl,” I said sagely.“What are you talking about? Your man is dating another woman and she was hanging by his neck as of this moment. Your man is cheating on you!” Disbelief colored Tory’s words.I could feel her seething in rage.“He’s not cheating. We are divorcing.” I admitted with a calmness that belied the wild beating of my heart. “What?” Tory could not believe her ears. “You are letting him d
Thirty minutes after nine the next day, I checked my watch for the nth time before consulting my phone for any messages from Caleb. A feeling of apprehension spreads all over my body because for the first time, Caleb was late for an appointment and he was never late. As in never. "Do you think he was suddenly struck by conscience and changed his mind?" It was Tory. We were talking on the phone when I mentioned Caleb's unusual tardiness to her. A shot of excitement rolled over my body when I heard the suggestion, but I dispelled the thought immediately. "I lived with the man for three years, and if there is anything I learned from him, Caleb never changes his mind once he makes a decision about something." We both became silent after that. Another minute passed before I saw a familiar black BMW parked outside the building. The door to the passenger side opened, and Caleb got out. As usual, he was dressed smartly in his olive green three-piece suit. I looked at my own attire
“So, where do you want to go to celebrate your single blessedness?” Tony asked cheekily, his eyes on the road. I mulled his words for a while and decided. “Can you bring me back to my hotel? I need to get my things and check out.”Tony was surprised. “When did you leave your home?” He meant the house I shared with Caleb for the past three years. “Yesterday. Right after our talk. I realized there was not much to keep me there, and it would have been harder if I did it today. It had become less of a home these past months. Besides, I have to say goodbye to Mrs. West.” At the mention of our housekeeper, my eyes turned gloomy.In my three-year marriage to Caleb, I had been quite attached to the older woman and considered her family.I impulsively offered to take her with me, but she declined my offer. She had been Caleb’s nanny since birth and could not leave her charge behind. Caleb grew up alone. His parents divorced when he was young, but he did not go with either of them. He
I was so stunned. I would never have thought I would hear those words coming from him. My shoulders shook with my knees. If it were not for Tony grabbing me from behind and making me lean on him for a while, my knees would have buckled, and I would have landed on the floor.“It’s alright, Cassy. I got you.” He whispered in my ears, drawing me back to the sofa to sit while we walked to the door and closed it gently. He went to the fridge to get me a bottled water, and I took a sip. A few minutes later, I rose to my feet. I walked to the door, beckoning for Tony to follow me.We were silent on the elevator. At the lobby, my phone rang. It was Tory calling. “I’ll take this to the car,” Tony said before he left, dragging my two suitcases behind him. I went to a secluded corner of the waiting lounge and talked to Tory. She wanted to see me. I obliged and mentioned the name of a high-end restaurant not far from the hotel before ending the call. When I turned around, I saw my fo