He Don T Love Me Novels & Stories

"Tell me you don't love me, just say you don't love me and I'd leave. I promise to never bother you again… but I'm sure you do love me." "She doesn't." Brown pulled me away. Reggie was about to hit his brother but I got into their midst and yelled, "Stop! Reggie, since you asked, well, my answer is no, I don't…." My heart was racing so fast, my whole body was trembling but I still had to say it, "I don't love you, and I can't be your wife. Brown, is the man I love. So, please, leave." I reduced my voice as I stared at Alexia. Reggie stood there without saying a word.

Durani Did he really just say he loves me? That they love me? "Wh what did you just say" they can't love me not so soon I mean we just met, how can they want me I'm damaged. broken, worthless, I'm a know body. Dante sits on the foot of my hospital bed and rubs my leg in a soothing manner takes in a slow breath then says.

Dante says. "Well, I feel the same. I don't even know how I think about my parents. I call them mother and father, and they hug me. And I know I'm supposed to feel all this love and warmth inside of me, but I don't know what love is. I know when I'm with you, I feel safe. I feel warm, and I think that you care. The same with my parents. I feel it, but I don't know what love is. I don't see how that emotion works. I know what fear is, and I know what loneliness is. However, I feel lucky to have you when I look at you. I also don't like other girls looking at you. You are handsome, and I am proud to be with you. You make me feel safe. You make me feel strong. You make me feel like I can be mor

“You’re nothing to me now.” A tear spills down her cheek. “You can’t do that. You wouldn’t. You need me—” “I don’t,” I cut her off. “I don’t need you. I never did. I was just too blind to see it.” She leans forward, her voice low, pleading. “Please. Don’t do this. I love you.” “No, you don’t,” I reply. “You love control. You love being the center of everything. But you don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t have lied to me. You wouldn’t have ruined people’s lives.”

… Back at my rented apartment, Danny seemed a little downcast as he asked, "Mommy, do you think that man and woman from earlier don't like me?" He was smart and sensitive, so he picked up on everything. I ruffled his hair and said, "Of course not. They don't dislike you." The only one Roderick and Francesca hated was me. Danny leaned into me, his small body nestled close as he nuzzled his cheek against my face. "Mommy, I love you the most." A warmth stirred in my chest at his words. At least I still had his love. "I love you, too," I replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

His words still stuck in my head. Yngrid. I'm sorry but I want to be honest with you about my feelings. It's hard to pretend that I love you when I'm not. Sorry if I spend so much of your time but please forgive me. I'm breaking up with you, I beg you please don't message me again.

“Marcus Stephen, you are the one forced in this love… Me too. We come together for good. After a year, everyone goes their separate ways, no one owes anyone anything." If it were as simple as he said, she wouldn't be in so much pain. Love is a game where the one who loves more than loses… which she, was destined to lose from the very beginning. She secretly loves him, a love that seems to be forever without hope. Marrying him, I thought I was the luckiest person in the world. Having children with him, though he would turn to look at her once. But… that was just her thoughts forever, the word “thinking” would never come true. She was stubborn in her feelings, also stubbornly embracing the pai

She was already breaking his heart anyway. “I mean I love you but as a friend. I…I will never… I mean. You know what I mean,” she finished in a small voice. Damn! He had to tamper down his frustration. Why was she not saying it? Why was she so hesitant to tell him that she did not love him and she never will? He shrugged and did not move not making it easy for her. “No, I don’t,” he finally replied when she fell silent watching him with her doe eye expression again. “Why don’t you tell me?” he asked gently trying not to let his emotions show in his voice.

Ophelia Hart had been married to Rowan Cabell for five years. He had been cheating on her for four and a half of those years. His list of mistresses could probably stretch all the way from Merion to Freeka, and the condoms he had gone through could practically wrap around the entire globe. However, Ophelia never made a scene. Whenever Rowan brought another woman to bed, she would quietly prepare a cup of warm water and a box of his favourite lemon-flavored condoms. When they were done, she would calmly arrange for the maid to clean the room. It was all because of the first rule in the Hart family’s code for women—'A husband’s infidelity is never an excuse for anger or confrontation.

That made Daniel's bankruptcy a side effect rather than a direct result. Her truth. "And did your truth include the fifty thousand dollars?" I said. Silence. The specific silence that had its own answer inside it. The same silence from the kitchen two nights ago. The loudest thing I had heard in weeks. "Vivienne," I said. "I was trying to—" "I love you," I said. She stopped. "I love you," I said again. "I have loved you my entire life and I will love you after this. That is not the question."