Romans & histoires I Don T Love You Anymore

Suddenly, she waved her phone excitedly in front of me, relaying the latest trending news. "Holly! You've finally cleared your name! Everyone online feels bad for you. They're calling you a strong, independent woman. And Elliot, he's different from before. Do you think he actually loves you now? Oh, by the way, he added me on Facebook. He's been asking about you. Should I tell him the truth?" I froze for a moment. Something stirred in my heart, but it quickly calmed down. I shook my head. What did it matter whether he loved me or not? I had left the Cox family behind, and I had no intention of looking back.

Covering it with her hands, she burst into tears and hurried back to the car. Julian stared at me for a long moment before speaking, his voice laced with disbelief. “What did you just say? You don’t love me anymore? Explain yourself!” I really didn’t want to engage with this man any further. But for the sake of clarity, I spoke each word deliberately. “I don’t love you anymore, Julian Moore. “Even if I once loved you so much, now I don’t. Do you understand? I don’t love you anymore.” The Evelyn White from my eighteen-year-old memories had no love for Julian.

“Don’t.” His lips part as if he wants to argue, but I shake my head. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to say you love me now, when it’s convenient for you. When you finally realize what you lost. You don’t get to act like this is something we can fix.” He stares at me, his hands twitching like he wants to reach for me, but he doesn’t. “I’m not the same person anymore,” I continue. “I built my life without you. I don’t need you anymore.”

"Isabella will never forgive you, you are just doing this for yourself!" The moment Aiden was about to leave, Grace shouted loudly at him. Aiden paused but did not look back. On the other hand, Grace herself was overcome with emotion. Those past events clearly emerged in her mind. Love is true love, hate is also true hate. She came today to scold Aiden angrily to vent her hatred. "Aiden, Isabella has fallen in love with you since the first time she saw you. She has done a lot for you, but what have you done for her? You killed her and her father!"

Feelings were out of my nature. I don't do love anymore. I've been broken so bad that I never even want to have the thought of it. Love disgusts me and I wanted nothing to do with it. Absolutely nothing.

"One chance? I gave you five years of chances, Damon!" "That's different—" "No, it's not!" I cut him off. "Every day I loved you was a chance. Every time I trusted you was a chance. Every time I believed your lies was a chance!" My eyes turned cold, my voice carrying no warmth. "Damon Blackwood, I don't love you anymore. That text message was very clear—unlike you, I don't pretend to love when I don't, or pretend not to love when I do. What I said was all true. When I don't love someone anymore, I really don't love them. In my heart now, there's only Garrett."

She was causing herself so much harm and yet I could not feel even a twinge of pain or concern. “I had never loved you Storm. And I'm sorry that whatever we had, hurt you. But I told you from the start, I was already in love with someone else. I had given myself to her completely. You have to let me go.” “She left you and married for money.” “Her mother was dying.” We've gone over this same conversation countless times. She laughed, like a mad person. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes were bloodshot, I could tell that she had taken something strong, a drug.

The light completely vanished from his eyes at that exact instant. “I don't love you anymore, Nico,” I sniffed, unable to hold back the tears. “I don't know. I really don't know, I swear.” A sob escaped me. “I don't know what to think, how to feel, or what to believe anymore. I just don't know anymore, Nico.” The tears were sliding freely down my cheeks now, blinding me, and I looked anywhere in the room just to avoid his face.

he replied. "But I don't love you anymore," I said calmly. "My love for you died completely that night in the flames. Now, I just want to live for myself." Damon's face turned pale. "No... That can't be true. You must still love me. Otherwise, why would you have been so hurt?" "I was hurt because I once loved someone unworthy," I revealed cruelly. "But now, I've moved on." "What about Kane?" he asked desperately. "Do you love him?"

“And you said you didn’t need my love.” “I lied. I… I need it. That’s the only thing I need.” Something in my chest twisted hard, but I forced it down. “I don’t love you anymore.” For a second, he looked truly saddened. Then he shook his head, hard. “Well,” he said, “I just have to make you love me again.” “That is never going to happen.” I meant every word. I did not believe a single thing he was saying. I was way past wanting to be loved by him or by anyone.