Betrayed Yesterday, Loved Today Novels & Stories

Eyes shining with love, he said, “I loved you yesterday, I love you today, I will love you tomorrow and every other day after.” Her forehead touched his. “I’ll love you today and every other day after, my prince.”

That man died somewhere between the lies, the test results, and the sight of her in another man’s arms. She backs toward the closet, toward the drawers, toward the life we built on something that apparently never existed. And I stand there watching. Tonight, I just realized I loved someone who never once loved me the same way. I betrayed the one who truly loved me for greed, and I'm finally done pretending I don't see the truth.

breathed in, the moment stretching itself out, the entire world holding breath along with him. "The article yesterday was meant to shame me. To remind me of a love that had perished in betrayal. But it did the opposite." His voice increased in pitch, crystal clear and strong, ringing with unmitigated conviction. "It made me surer than ever about the love that started at that very instant.". A love based on trust. On partnership. On a shared belief that we can do with whatever power we have to make this world a little bit better than when we entered it.

He said. “you planned all of this.” I asked, “Yes, we did, everything was planned. If I wanted to have you, I would have had five, six rounds on you, you are mine now.” “Why couldn’t you have me fully?” “I think I have fallen in love with you.” “How?” “I couldn’t bear to hurt you. We were supposed to have you in turns but I would not allow them, I would rather die. Trust me, I will explain to you later but right now my love, let us go. Be fast, we are working with time.” “But I can’t move.” “You will move as fast as your leg will carry you” he gave me some of my things, turns the other way, and told me to quickly dress up. I did and we practically ran out of the hotel room. If we had delayed

"You and your guilt. You couldn't just stay faithful." "My fault?" Alistair roared. "You're the one who sent her that photo. You're the one who brought the pup to my study knowing I wouldn't let it die. You manipulated everything." "I loved you, you bastard. I gave up everything for you. My career. My reputation. Eight years of my life." "And now I have nothing because of you." He shoved her. She fell into a puddle. A passerby filmed the whole thing. That night, I received a message from Gideon Frost.

“Last night, you were so exhausted. I know being a doctor can be tough, so I’m taking you to work today.” Every day, Mark gave me another reason to love him more. He tried so hard and showed his love for me so well, but today, I just wanted to cry. I simply couldn’t understand why he had to do this, betray me like this. If he didn’t love me anymore, why didn’t he let me go instead of making a fool of me all this time?

I imagined how mad Yvette must have been at me. My vision began to blurry. H began to walk around again. His footsteps heard and echoed as his gigantic feet and boots landed on the ground. I was sweating profusely. " He will still get a befitting send-off despite the betrayal. I'm a man who keeps all of my words ", he said in a husky voice. " Betrayal comes from the closest to us. Even love is not enough to avoid it once one has made up their mind to do it ", he said in disarray.

My mouth begin to water at the incredible sight before as he stands naked, his back towards me. Heat flares up in my core and I can feel my pussy getting wet. Just then, my phone buzzes in my hand, piercing through my thoughts. A message notification pops up on the screen, I squint my eyes, frowning as I click it. It loads for a moment, then the words appear. “Betrayal comes from the one you love. Men shouldn't be trusted.”

The beads of sweat on his forehead tell me he's trying hard to restrain himself. Actually, I don't mind if it hurts, because somewhere in my heart, I know that I'm going to hurt him. "I love you!" I cry, tears continue to escape through the corners of my eyes with each powerful thrust. ' Even though I'm going to betray you... I still love you, and I always will ' So tonight will be the last time... * *

Even if just when she dreams. --- That night, I dream of her again. Not the betrayal. Not the sex. But the before. The version of her I met in the dark. Her voice in the quiet. “I don’t know how to be loved,” she whispered once. I told her I’d show her. I told her I’d wait. I lied. Because she never let me. And now, I’ll never offer that again. Not to anyone. --- Love made me weak. Worship made me blind.