Novel & Cerita He Didn't Love Me Until I Left

Gideon stared at me like I’d just slapped him. I took the cloth away and soaked it again, wrung it out, then put it back. “The last time I was with you, I spent years waiting for you to love me. Actually love me, not just keep me around because I was useful.” I looked at his face. “You never said it. Not once. Not in private, not when it was just the two of us and there was no one around to perform for. And after a while, I started to think that you didn’t.” Gideon’s brow creased. “Is that why you left? Because you didn’t think I loved you?”

I was shocked when he suddenly pulled away from me. “I don’t love you,” he said and immediately left the room, leaving me stunned.

He stepped away to the corner of the room to take the call, leaving me to enjoy my meal in peace. After a while, he returned, saying something urgent had come up. "Hope it's not important," I said, and he smiled. "Not really," he replied, kissed my cheek, and left. Once he was gone, I cleared the breakfast tray and picked up my phone, my heart racing with anticipation. I unlocked it, eager to see his message. I smiled at his message, a simple yet poignant admission: "I love someone who doesn't love me, though it's not her fault. I fucked up."

“He was just like my mother. He loved me but in the end, he left me. They both abandoned me." I grabbed the empty glass in front of me and slammed it on the counter. “I just hate him. I hate him so much. I hate him! I hate him for leaving me. For breaking his promise. For coming back. For making me feel this way again. I fucking hate him." “Did you regret loving him? Did you regret giving him everything?" I wanted to say yes, but something inside me couldn’t say it. I didn't answer her question. Instead, I looked at her.

“Oh, honey, he’ll be back. He can’t stay away from you for long. He loves you.” “No, he doesn’t. He hates me. If he loved me, he wouldn’t have left.” She rubbed my back. “He does, baby. Just give it time.” “No,” I sniffled. “It’s over. He left. There’s no more time, Mom. There’s no more hope. There’s no more maybes.” I paused to wipe my runny nose on my shirt. “There’s no more love. There’s just nothing. Not anymore."

‎ ‎She took a shaky breath. ‎“I know you’re matured now. You’re the heir. You have responsibilities… a betrothed. I’m no longer a part of your future anymore. But don’t stand here and look me in the face and tell me you do not remember us. That you don’t feel anything from our past.” ‎ ‎Her voice broke. ‎“You told me you loved me. You said you would never leave. Ethan… I believed you. I trusted you. And I waited for you…”

I was suspecting things were off, but I'm not sure that I would have ever believed it. Since Alexa had it so perfectly handled, I decided to step away for a moment before finding Alexa again. I sat in the seldom used library to let the realization that Allegra didn't love me sink in but something else happened instead. I think, on some level, I no longer loved Allegra because it was too easy to let go. What I wasn't expecting was this sudden need to be with Alexa.

I loved him. And I thought one year would fly by. One year became seven. Seven years I gave him everything. And he didn’t even give me a way home. And all I could think was— I had to leave the man who said he loved me, but never once chose me.

Trish stuttered, “Y-You love Eunice, brother? Since when? How? I mean, didn't—” “Since she left the house, that's when I felt it. Since Aaliyah left before, that's when I realized that she had already entered my heart. I was too imprisoned or blinded by my love for Mayell before, so I didn't notice that I already had feelings for her. They say, 'You will only know the importance of a person when they leave or are taken away from you.' The truth is, since Aaliyah left the house, I have been searching for her, searching for everything she did for me. I missed everything, her taking care of me, her cooking which I really enjoyed. That's when I realized that I love her because I was hurt when sh

He didn't even bother letting me know why he left. This is the very last time I'm ever letting a man win over my heart. I've been heartbroken way too much and I'm tired of getting hurt. My eyes are swollen and a puddle of tears are forming. "Why N? Why? Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me. You even promised that you won't ever leave me. You know what N, FUCK YOU!" I slam my hand next to the pillow he slept with and I hear a paper crumble.