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I quickly stepped forward and helped her up. "Sarah and I are divorced. The past is in the past. There's no need to dwell on it any longer."

The love he had so fiercely fought for had crumbled, leaving behind nothing but pain and brokenness. As Ava cradled Caleb in her arms, her heart shattered into a million pieces. The love she had once believed in now seemed tainted, poisoned by Damian's violence. In that moment, all illusions of a happy ending were shattered, replaced by a harsh reality that threatened to consume them all.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

The love they had shared, the promises, the plans—they all seemed so fragile, like delicate threads that had unraveled with each passing day. Isla closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the truth settle in her heart: they weren’t meant to be. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a cosmic imbalance, as if the universe had played its hand to separate them. In that moment, Isla understood the painful reality Vincent had tried to convey to her—that despite the depth of their love, it was simply impossible for the sky to meet the earth.

And again, she felt her eyes moist, her tears threatening to flow down. “I don’t care whatever kind of beast you are. My heart still shouts for your name and it will always be." She found the courage to speak. Her voice is raspy from the emotions building up in her chest. She will always love him. Her heart will always want him. She is suddenly enveloped by the warmth offered by the arms of her husband. He encased her in a hug. Callista let herself get lost in the peace his embrace gives, freeing out all the emotions jailed in her chest.

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

I love her too. The realisation was a knife between his ribs. He loved Annitore—would always love Annitore. She was his first everything. His twin flame. The other half of his soul. But Annie— Annie had become something else. Someone separate. Real in her own right. And he'd just condemned her to seven days of agony. "I can't tell them apart anymore," Belarie choked out, tears streaming down his face. "I don't know who I'm supposed to save. Who I'm supposed to love. Who am I supposed to—"

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."