Novel & Cerita After She Stopped Loving Him

He betrayed her trust, he was the one that hurt her and he was certain that there was nothing he could do to make her change her mind. 'Nothing!' "I stopped loving you Theo." "Haz.." "Ever since that evening, ever since you forgot about me and ever since we met each other again and you still couldn't remember who I was." She paused, holding in her tears. "I loved you Theo. I loved you more than life itself but because of you... All because of you, Vivian has a few months to leave!" "I'm..."

“I begged him. I called out to him. I risked everything. Fuck love honestly.” “I would’ve killed him,” Alessio muttered, not for the first time. “If you didn’t leave, I swear to God—” I laughed bitterly, wiping my eyes. “I don’t hate him. Isn’t that the worst part? I wish I did. But I don’t. I just… stopped.” “Stopped loving him?” Alexandrei asked quietly. I stared at my drink. “Stopped waiting for him to love me back.” There was a silence between us, one of those rare, thick silences that spoke more than words ever could. Alessio put a hand on mine, grounding me.

More than anyone. I didn’t tell him to let me go because I stopped loving him. I didn’t say it because his lies were bigger than my love. No—it was because I had no choice. I told him to let me go because I loved him. Not for any other reason. I love him, and even in this afterlife, I’d keep loving him. And if there was life after this place, I wanted it to be with him. I wanted to spend it by his side—even if it were just for a moment.

"I can see your heart, Dawson. I guess I just tend to see the good over the bad. I'm not going to lie to you. I loved Dalton, I loved him very much. I prayed that once I learned everything. There was a chance it wasn't true. Even though I didn't want to be with him any longer. I still prayed that there was a chance it wasn't true." "Why did you stop loving him?" "I don't think I stopped loving him. I think I just moved on. I think moving on stopped me from being in love with him. I still loved him and cared about him, but... I don't know. It wasn't the same. I don't love him anymore. Now that he has taken everything from me. All I want is for him to pay for what he has done. I can't help how

She had been so cold and distant earlier. He also got to think about what he should do if she refused to alter her testimony. With that said, what bothered him the most was that she had clearly stopped loving him! That was right. She no longer loved him! She used to love him with a passion. Now, however, none of that was left.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because Lucas asks for you constantly and I don’t know what to tell him anymore. Because I—” I stopped. The words felt too big to say out loud. “Because what?” Her voice cracked on the last word. I forced the words out roughly, desperately. “Because I’m still in love with you. I never stopped. Even when I hated you, even when I thought you’d betrayed me, I never stopped loving you.” Her eyes filled with tears immediately and they started spilling down her face. “You threw me out of your house,” she said shakily, her whole body trembling. “You told me to leave and never come back. You—”

She hasn’t moved from her spot and I watch her for a few seconds before letting out the question, "Do you love him?" She must have thought I left and her eyes are so wide when she lifts her head, even more from the question. "What?" "My dad. Are you still in love with him?" She stammers. "That isn’t exactly—" "Even after all this time, you’re still in love with him? Even after what he did? How he ruthlessly break what you had?" "If you’re trying to make me hate him, then I’m sorry it’s a fail. I’ve already hated him. I did for so long that there’s no hate left in me for him." She smiles through her words and I furrow a brow. "So what’s left?"

“After everything.” She paused, then looked at me, her eyes sharp but unguarded. “Because I loved him,” she said simply. “With everything I had. Even after he chased me away. Even after he disgraced me. I never stopped loving him.” With that, she turned and walked into the store, taking whatever she came for. Isla stood still beside me, her jaw tight, her hands clenched at her sides. Whatever she wanted to say, she swallowed it back. I could feel it in the way her shoulders stiffened, in the way she refused to look after Calista.

“I didn’t… I didn’t say I never loved her. I said I stopped loving her. Do not quote me wrong.” “Oh, I see,” she said, then scoffed, as though she had just realized something. “How could I be so stupid? How didn’t I think of this? You stopped loving someone you once loved.” She paused, then scoffed again. “Which means one day, you’ll also stop loving me—right?” Tears welled up in her eyes. I stood up, approaching her, but she turned away from my direction, that didn't stop me from wrapping my arm around her and kissing her neck from behind. “What makes you say that?” I whispered in her ear, but she didn’t respond. She just sniffed.

There was no other way to express what her heart was feeling now. She stopped loving. She stopped wanting to be loved. She stopped believing in love.