I Don't Love You Anymore Book Pdf Novels & Stories

Love was such a torment. So I lied again. I lied to my heart as if it would suppress down every pain and rejection. I don't love him anymore. _________________________

"Not the slightest." "Giving up is not an option." He sipped, watching her over the glass rim. "Honestly, what brought you here?" He shook his head in despair. "It hurts to see just how much you underestimate my love. Fine, maybe you'll swallow the secondary pill instead; as you know, I'm mentally fucked up. I've been prescribed a whole lot of medications I don't have time for. I hate them. They never worked in the first place...the few times I tried. Then I met you; everything has changed ever since. It's like fate prescribed a better treatment...a cure even." His grin added an extra beam of light to the room.

And that silence says more than any apology he could muster. “I don’t love you anymore,” I say, finally allowing the truth to slip free. It feels strange to say it, but not painful. Just... real. “That’s why I’m divorcing you. Not because of Dolly. Not because of my father. It’s because I’ve spent too long trying to love someone who was never really mine to begin with.”

Looking at his child, I couldn’t help wondering, if my Jimmy were still here, would he be that big now? [May 11. I’m almost out of money. Joan won’t give me a cent. We had a fight. I cried until I could barely breathe. I looked at the window and even thought about jumping. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I feel like a sinner.] Joan’s breathing grew more and more labored. Her heart felt as though it were being torn apart, yet she continued reading the journal as a form of punishment. Beneath the entries were countless comments from kind strangers who cared about Jimmy.

"You only injured your legs. Why the long face? Irene lost the most significant opportunity of her life and even pleaded for your release from the basement. What right do you have to complain?" I glared at him, my contempt palpable. "The demon visits on New Year's Eve, and you expect me to believe it's out of kindness? What do you and Irene want from me now?" My voice was hoarse and rough from disuse. Irene had stolen my manuscript, my identity, and, over the years, the affections of this father and son. She had taken everything she desired. I wondered what she could possibly want now. Vincent's expression turned to one of profound disappointment. "Irene never wanted anything from you."

He looked very hurt. "You really have changed, Isabella. I don't know you anymore, " he said, turning around and walking out of the door, muttering to himself. Isabella closed her eyes and thought of her dismal life ahead of her. She picked up her pen and took out her diary from under the mattress and wrote down her feelings. You have returned forever but I can't be happy I can't see you with another, every day, every night Loving her and not loving me I'm doomed for life, there can be no other for me

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It no longer felt heavy. He ordered black coffee and sat at the corner table by the window their table. And for the first time in a long while, he didn’t flinch. He opened the book again. Read the first line she’d ever underlined for him: “Love doesn’t always ask for more time. Sometimes, it asks to be remembered kindly.” He smiled. A small one. Honest. Before leaving, he placed the book gently on the windowsill, beside a half-empty sugar jar. He didn’t take it back. Someone else would find it, maybe read it, maybe feel something they needed to. Maybe even her.

Wondering how those two will bump into each other? Well, you’re more than welcome to join them on their journey… from hate to love. Thank you for reading, for believing, and for staying with me until the very end. Until we meet again in “To Love My Enemy Husband”. With all my love and gratitude, Diti Koshy P.S. Feel free to check out my other works—especially Impregnated by the Billionaire (complete) and Madam Billionaire (complete), whose sequel is also coming soon. Thank you for your time, guys. Love you loads.