Farewell To Love Novels & Stories

I had waited for that day for far too long, and I agreed, overwhelmed with joy. Back then, I truly believed he had let go of Grace and wanted to live a life with me. However, at our engagement party, the moment Grace called, Felix abandoned me without a second thought and rushed to her side. On the day I had scheduled my wedding photos with the photographer, he accompanied Grace to her prenatal checkup instead. Even our wedding night was destroyed, simply because of Grace’s labor.

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

She bit her lower lip to stabilize herself. “This was this thing that always reminded me that loving you would just cause me sorrow. You loving me is impossible. I’m always reminded of that, so, I just loved you secretly day by day until now.” With her two hands, she wiped her tears then she faced him. “But Bill I got tired. I felt very tired already. Maybe it’s time for me to stop loving you.” She looked at him with swollen eyes then she shook her head. “Goodbye, Bill Sky,” Arabella spoke softly along with her tears then she started to walk away.

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Vincent's voice broke through the heavy silence, "whatever your decision is, know that I will always cherish the time we spent together. I will remember your laughter, your courage, and the love you've shown me." His words, heartfelt and sincere, struck a chord in Abigail's heart. With a lump in her throat, she responded, "Vincent, these weeks with you have been the most extraordinary of my life. You've shown me a world I could never have imagined, and a love I didn't think was possible. No matter where I am, I will always carry a part of you with me." Their farewell was heartfelt, filled with long hugs, whispered promises, and silent tears. As they walked together to the hourglass, the sett

The bustling city, the distant horizon, it's all etched in my mind, a bittersweet reminder of a chapter closing. With teary eyes, I return to the living room, where Michael stands, an impassive figure amidst this tempest of emotions. I slip my wedding ring off my finger, a tangible symbol of a love that has withered away. Holding it out to him, the metal cool against my trembling fingers, I manage to utter softly, "Thanks for everything." It's a farewell to a chapter of my life that I never expected to close.

Every year during our wedding anniversary, he would use work as an excuse to meet and fool around with Ivy. All of the posts on his social media account consisted of photos of him and Ivy. The only post about me was a photo of an old medical report indicating I had a miscarriage. The comments section was filled with well wishes for Derek. Some questioned why he posted something like that. Yet, Derek expressed a firm stance through his comment. "No one should have to be bound by marriage. I simply want to be with the person I truly love." Tears blurred my vision before they plopped down onto the screen of the tablet. My hands and feet were cold as I turned off the tablet. I was in so much pai

I gave the driver my destination and never looked back. Because apologies that come too late are worth nothing at all.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. Mariah, her heart breaking but her love unwavering, replied, "I love you too, Adam, always. Promise me you'll come back to me once everything's over." "I promise," Adam replied knowing very well that they might not be able to see each other again, that he won't be alive to see his love's face again, to see Mariah again. It was a goodbye that echoed with the weight of their love, a moment they would carry with them as they embarked on separate paths. With one last lingering look, Mariah turned and followed Pete out the door, leaving Adam standing on the staircase, his heart heavy but his resolve unbroken.