How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days Therapy Novels & Stories

Pouting, I replied, "I don't overthink." "No, you just talk too much. Way too much." He laughed, withdrew his hand from my cheek, making me miss his touch instantly. It had been ten months since we were together, and still, I act like a sickly in love. Sickly in love. I was in love. Kabir was my boyfriend. Everything will be okay. I grinned, feeling happy suddenly. Positive thoughts. I heard my therapist whispering them to me again and again. Be positive, Alina. Two positive thoughts a day makes your day.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was reverent. Dr. Reiner thought about it. "Then here's what I propose. A strategy. One that honors the yes you've given to one another—and the work you're still doing. Weekly sessions. Solo exercises. Shared journaling. And… no wedding planning until six months of consistent healing have passed." Luke met Amiriam's gaze. "I can do that." Amiriam smiled, thankful. "Me too." The following weeks settled into a new rhythm. Saturday mornings were now "healing day." They'd journal together for thirty minutes—sometimes with James drawing beside them, sometimes the two of them in silence.

He let out a dry, humorless laugh and leaned back, studying me with disbelief and curiosity. “And for the fun of it,” he added, “sixty days, Madea? You’re asking for sixty days like you think you can make up for the love that didn’t happen in five years. You really believe two months can fix what never existed? Or are you just trying to prove something before you let me go?” “Sixty days, right? You have them,” he concluded. There was no warmth in his agreement. No softness. Just a transaction. A countdown.

he replied. Then he turned and walked away, leaving me with the envelope and a thousand racing thoughts. Ten days. Ten days to either lose her and the contract… or win her over. What would be my fate after ten days???

"So what do you suggest I do? I don't want to do anything that will spoil our friendship." "That's not a problem. I will make sure I give you something that will make him see only you. All you have to do is gain his sympathy first. As long as you get him to pity you, he will surely fall for your charm. Make sure you don't allow him to sleep with you if you want to maintain the charm until after three months. Remember, no sex." Her eyes widened in anger. What would the thing look like without sex?

I could tell that if I didn’t give him an answer soon, he would lose his cool. I returned my attention to the contract in my hands, reading it carefully, it had rules clearly stated, The rules stated that we would be married for just a hundred days, and during that period, there'd be no form of intimacy between us. We would live in the same house, but In different rooms, almost like strangers. He wanted nothing to do with the Scarlet of a lady. "I'll do it.." I mumbled softly, deciding to take a very big risk. I had no idea who Scarlet was, but they must have made a deal or something, and somehow, he had mistaken me for her, which was somehow a good thing for me.

He winked. I felt the corner of my lips curve. “You go to therapy?” “Yes,” he said proudly. “ 12pm, three days a week, And did I mention? My therapist is so good.” “I think you should go get your money back, because it’s not working.” “It is working.” “You just admitted you want to destroy me. Isn’t therapy supposed to help you let go of grudges and grow?” The elevator dinged, and he stepped in. “Remember, you’ve got less than forty-eight hours to save your company,” he said before the doors slid shut.

The fantasy hit me so hard I moaned into his mouth. Liam pulled back slightly, studying my face. “You’re already struggling, aren’t you?” he asked quietly. I nodded, ashamed. “It’s only been one day,” I admitted. “But it feels like my body is on fire. Like something vital is missing.” He kissed my forehead and held me closer. “We’ll get through this. One day at a time. Therapy starts tomorrow. And tonight… I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.” That night, Liam made love to me with a level of passion and possessiveness I hadn’t felt in months.

"What? No! You know I don't do that! What if that person has STD or HIV?" "We're going to a high-end bar, Calli. So, no worries, everyone there is either an actor or a son of millionaires and billionaires." "I don’t care! Don't you ever leave me, Ivy! Our friendship is over once you leave me at some guy!" I threatened her. She laughed. "Fine, but at least have some guy kiss you!" she urged. "No!" I strongly disagree.

Liora stared at the phone after the doctor hung up, her heart pounding. An hour later, the doctor texted: Damien agreed to help with pheromone therapy. Weekly sessions. First one tomorrow. 3 p.m. Liora didn’t understand why Damien agreed. Surely, he didn’t want to spend any more time with her than he absolutely had to. Maybe the doctor explained that this way would be faster. Yes, that’s it, Liora told herself. He obviously wanted the Mark removed as soon as possible so he could marry Seraphina. Even if it meant having to endure Liora’s presence.