I Don T Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

" Then I took a deep breath and stared into her eyes. I swallowed and took a deep breath. "I don't love you anymore. We're not meant for each other. It's been a long time since you left me with a deep wound in my heart and bitterness that was so hard to lose. I don't know where to go through my life, especially if there is no space yet because I forced myself to accept the fact that it would not come back. I hope you never really come back."

What he never should have done was claim to love her while secretly creating another family of three with someone else. With her hands trembling, Remi slowly lowered her phone and looked up at the home she had once shared with James. The house was their love nest. Every corner held evidence of their affection. She had once looked around it, happiness in her eyes, and told him that when they grew old, they would pass the house down to their child. Now, all she felt was pain.

And once that happened, there was no climbing back into the grave he called a marriage. "Because I don't love you anymore," I said.

"Now you say you're sorry. What am I supposed to do? Pretend none of it happened?" "No, I just want—" "What you want doesn't matter anymore." I looked at him. My eyes were calm. "Damon, I won't deny that I loved you. More than my own life. And I'll never forget what you did for me when we were young." "But that doesn't erase what you did to me." "Damon." I looked at him and said it word by word: "I don't love you anymore." Damon stumbled backward like he'd been struck. "Ivy..."

“Whαt did you sαy?” “I sαid I never loved you‚” she repeαted‚ eαch word like α slαp. “You don’t meαn αnything to me now. Nothing. I don’t cαre αbout you‚ I don’t cαre whαt you think of me‚ I don’t even cαre enough to hαte you αnymore.” My pαlm collided with her cheek before I even reαlized I’d moved.

Because of the habits he’d developed in the operating room, Ethan Shaw demanded silence at all times. How many words he was willing to hear from me each day depended entirely on how tired he was. All I could do was wait for his intern to send me my daily word limit. 'Dr. Shaw performed two surgeries back-to-back today. He’s exhausted. You can only say ten words to him.' 'He has meetings tomorrow, so he’ll make an exception and give you fifty words.' Then one day, I got into a car accident. That was how I found out I was pregnant. The doctor told me the baby was in danger and asked me to contact a family member. But the moment Ethan answered my call, Chloe Lane cut off my cry for help

"I know I hurt you. I know I got it wrong. Just give me one chance to fix it. We can go back to how things were." "Riven." My voice was quiet, not unkind. "I'm not going back with you. And I don't think you even see it, but you've changed. Even if I pointed it out, you'd still be who you are now — not who you used to be. So I don't love you anymore. Is that really so hard to understand?" "I don't need anything from you. There's nothing left to go back to." "Don't come find me again. I don't want to see you."

Just hollowness. My gaze met his again, but this time, it had hardened. “Victor,” I said, my voice calm, almost gentle, “my love for you was never an excuse for you to hurt me, to ignore me, and to grind my feelings into dust.” The words hung between us. I paused, then let a faint, resolute smile curve my lips. “And anyway…” I said softly, “I don’t love you anymore.” The words felt strange, because I couldn’t pinpoint when they had become true. Maybe it was the day I walked out and saw the world without chains for the first time.

I know I had tough time dealing with his memories but whatever he has done to me was enough for me to hate him more than I really needed to. And of course, I had to pay something big price for forgetting him that now, I could remember no one except him, Demonte right now. “I don’t love you anymore,” I said in a stern voice. “You’re joking?” he chuckled. “Do I even look like I am joking? You don’t even hold that tiny place in my heart, Mr Jeremy Black?” I said without blinking my eyes. They were stern and firm and they didn’t intend to look down in front of me. They weren’t lies and I was proud of that truth that 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.