Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed Novel Novels & Stories

He did love me… just not as much as he loved Carla Davidson, the transfer student who joined our class in senior year. For a long moment, I stayed silent, and Noah's face gradually darkened. He finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Tiffany, do you even understand what you're saying right now? Did you not hear me clearly just now…" "I said no!" I cut him off before he could finish. "Try shaking the water out of your head, will you? The SATs are only months away. Who has time to play house with you?" I looked at him. He was still just eighteen, his face bright and full of youthful confidence. There was no trace of the defeated, joyless man he became after being forced to marry me in our past

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I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

Aria POV The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of pages. I was curled up against my headboard, legs tucked beneath me, a half-eaten packet of biscuits on the nightstand beside a cold cup of tea I kept forgetting to drink. The novel in my hands — The Space Between Heartbeats — had swallowed me whole for the better part of the evening. It was one of those stories that hurt in a beautiful way: a woman waiting for a man who didn’t know how to stay, loving him in the cracks of every ordinary moment. The kind of love that left marks. I had dog-eared nearly every other page.

How could I make her understand how trapped I felt, standing between two people I loved in ways that felt equally powerful yet painfully incompatible? She wasn’t just any woman my mom’s age; she was my mom’s past, the woman my mom had cherished, lost, and believed was her soulmate. To my mother, Alex wasn’t just a name or a face, she was a chapter in a love story that had been left open-ended for thirty years. I couldn’t just shatter that hope, couldn’t bear the thought of bringing her heartache, even if it meant keeping this secret from her.

Something else joined in the mix. Liquid. Salty too. Talia was in tears. Ethan's heart heavied, his right hand pulled her even closer to him. He could feel her hurt. He could feel the weight she'd been dragging along. For five years, he was the sole start of her burdens, how would he ever cure the trauma that would now live with her? How can he claim to love and care when he gave up to easily five years ago. She looked really weak, but now she'd broken the kiss. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her head found rest on his chest. Her tears soaked his shirt.

Leaned into it. And suddenly, twenty years disappeared. No graves. No lies. No missing years. Just two people who had once loved each other and somehow never stopped. When she opened her eyes again, both of them were crying. "I thought you hated me." The confession came from Gregory. So quietly that Serena almost didn't hear it. Claire looked heartbroken. "Oh, Gregory." Her hand covered his. "I loved you every single day." The older man closed his eyes. A tear escaped him.

"No. You had three years of chances. They are over. Stop calling her. Stop texting her. If you show up at the Lawson estate, security will remove you. If you contact her again, I will make sure Chen Industries loses every contract you have with our subsidiaries. Do you understand?" "I understand." He hung up. I sat in my empty apartment, staring at the background check, understanding finally the magnitude of what I lost. Not just a wife. Not just a convenient donor. I lost a woman who gave up billions to see if I could love her for herself. And I loved her so little I did not even notice her. I went through our apartment room by room, really looking this time. In the bedroom, I found a journ

I whispered. Outside, the lights of Verlaine blurred into streaks of gold and grey. I took the ultrasound photo out of my bag, the one from the first scan. The one Daniel never looked at. I pressed it lightly against the window. My chest tightened suddenly—sharp, unexpected. Eight years. Just… gone. I pressed my lips together, forcing the feeling back down before it could take shape. Before it could turn into something that begged me to go back and ask why. No.

I stood there, trembling, as the man I loved turned away from me—not in anger, not in grief, but in cold, deliberate rejection. And somewhere deep inside, my wolf howled in despair. Because I knew, with terrifying certainty, that whatever Nicole had warned me about— It was already too late. A/N Eight chapters in a day?! Think of it as my new year’s gift to you. Thank you all sooo much for sticking with me. Happy new year in advance!