His Love For Me Came Too Late の小説・ストーリー

Someone who never even wanted to love me. “I never took it because The Others told me to leave it right where it was until the right time. It just so happened they didn’t need it until now. They only reached back out to me recently, within the last month. I had forgotten all about them after all these years… And honestly, I did fall in love with you. I am still in love with you.” She said and burst out into tears again.

he said quietly, “we’re together. And no, I’m not ashamed. I’m not sorry for falling in love with her. I’ve had a crush on her since before I even knew what love was.” I gasped, covering my mouth as the tears spilled freely now. "And what we share now started when she came back to London,” he continued. “She had just gone through a terrible situation and I was trying to be there for her because I cared about her, the more time we spent together, the harder I fell for her." He paused for a second, his voice trembling slightly before he smiled faintly. “Layla makes me want to be better. And if loving her makes me wrong in your eyes, then I don’t want to be right. Because I’m not sorry for lovi

I heard a gunshot, and the man fell right next to me as blood slowly spread across his chest. Stefan was standing at the door, placing his gun back into its holster. His expression was cold when he took off his coat and flung it at me. "Places like these are dirty." It was only later that I found out he had busted the casino, and that I had been taken as a trophy for his victory. Stefan told me that he fell in love with me at first sight because of my eyes. I believed him and thanked God for blessing me with my eyes. However, I later realized they were also a curse because I had to watch him turn away from me, time after time, through them.

Left you to die and came back to me. A slow, cruel satisfaction spread across his face afterward. “She came back to me. The man she actually loves.”

He thought she would wait patiently while he fixed all the problems, then obediently become his bride. In the days Bethany was gone, the memory that kept coming back was the day she held a guitar and stood outside the boys’ dorm, singing “Love Leaves No Choice.” It had rained so hard that day. How had he been so cruel to let her stand in the rain all night long? Sometimes, people could be utterly foolish. They only realized what was truly valuable after they lost it completely. If he could do it over, he would cherish Bethany and never let her cry again.

Another simply read, Tell her every morning that she's my forever. I stared at the words until they blurred behind my tears. Every dream. Every plan. Every hope he had ever written down had been built around Sophia. I was nothing more than the woman he married out of obligation—a contract he had fulfilled. The only mistake was mine. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen hopelessly in love with a man whose heart had never belonged to me.

“What was that?” I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. A thousand explanations rushed through my head at once. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I wasn’t trying to pressure you. I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I wasn’t trying to pretend everything between us was magically fixed. I’m in love with you. That last thought hit me harder than the slap. Because it was true. Painfully true. And standing in that hallway wasn’t the time or place to dump all of that on her.

Yet now, he was the one who hurt her the most. A single tear rolled down Mabel's cheek. Slowly, she picked up the pen and signed her name. "I hate you, Lennon." After signing, she tossed the paper aside and forcefully pushed Lennon away, quickly inserting the oxygen tube for Gisselle. Lennon picked up the paper elegantly and replied calmly, "Love makes hate possible, Mabel. I know you love me. Don't worry. The position of Mrs. Shepard will always be yours. There's only one week until our wedding. This time, I'll make it spectacular."