I Don T Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

A longing, maybe. I ignore it. “But that was then. This is now. I don’t love you anymore. So, no matter what you do now changes literally nothing. Just like it didn’t change you.”

I looked him straight in the eye and said, slowly and clearly, "I don't love you anymore. And there's nothing left pushing me to keep going with you." Then, I turned and walked away without looking back.

Hard. His fingers dug into my skin, crushing bone. I winced from the pain. “It seems you don’t get it, do you?” His eyes darkened as his voice got louder and harsher. “I. Don’t. Love. You. Anymore!”

"Nessa told us to cremate her once the study was done and to scatter the ashes into the sea. She's far away from you and Cameron. She never wants to see the two of you again." She sounded very calm, but it was a bigger blow to my father than anything that had been said previously. He stumbled and fell to the ground. His lips trembled as tears streamed down his cheeks, and he muttered wildly, "She hates me… She hated me until the moment she died…" I did not want to see him in that state. I turned around, but I saw Cameron standing there, looking as pale as a sheet. He seemed very hurt, and it made my heart twist bitterly.

“It was six years, but I stopped loving you long before that. “And don’t kid yourself. You were always in love with someone else!” Mark’s breath caught in his throat. He was speechless. As I turned to leave, he caught my wrist again and pulled, his voice pleading with me. “No, Rosie, it’s not what you think. I don’t love her. I never did. “I swear, I’ll cut ties with Lana right now. I’ll never contact her again.

"I love you so much and...I...want you back. Please, I really need you." I straightened slightly, my grip tightening around the phone. “Well I do not want you anymore,” I said, each word deliberate, final. “And I'll never do.” I didn’t wait for his response. I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the bed beside me. The silence that followed felt louder than the conversation. “I don’t love him anymore,” I murmured to myself, staring at nothing in particular. “He’s in my past.” I let out a long sigh, leaning back against the couch.

It is our fifth wedding anniversary, and Andrea Pietranera—my husband and the Don of the Pietranera Famiglia—reserves the whole top-floor restaurant just for me. He pulls me close by the waist as the melodious violin music plays in the background, leans down to kiss my earlobe, and whispers that tonight belongs to just the two of us. I look up with a smile and reach into my pocket, my hand brushing against the paper inside—my pregnancy test report. Just as I'm about to say something, Andrea's phone, lying on the edge of the table, lights up with a new message from a contact saved as "E." "I'm pregnant." Andrea stiffens for a moment, then quickly flips his phone over. He smiles gently a

"Twelve years. I'm sick of this entanglement!" "I don't love you anymore! Let me go!" He froze, tears brimming in his eyes, staring at me in disbelief. Those words, "I don't love you anymore," wounded him deeply. Over all these years, I'd argued with him, quarreled with him. But I'd never said those words: I don't love you anymore. In love, saying "I don't love you anymore" is like pronouncing a death sentence. "No, that can't be true! You can't possibly not love me!"

"I don't know." “I just don’t love you anymore and all I want now is to be freed from this curse. I just want to feel human again.”

"You don't know what you are talking about so I suggest you fucking go home right now and focus on your music band and leave me the hell alone" He tried to walk past me again and I held him back and pushes him against the wall, my body pinning him against the wall. "Fucking prove it then. Prove that you don't freaking love me like I know you do and I will get out of your life for good, so fucking prove it" An ounce of sadness flashes through his features as his eyes trail down to my lips for a brief moment before his hands suddenly pushed forward against my chest,knocking me backward and away from him as well.