I Don't Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

"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!"

Because I was starting to lose myself. "Troy, I found myself again. I'm not losing me for you. Don't come looking for me." I turned toward the house. Then his arms locked around me from behind. "Don't leave. Just give me one more shot, okay? You're the only person I've ever loved. There's never been anyone else." I peeled his fingers off, one at a time. "Sorry. I don't love you anymore." The door shut behind me. I could hear him choking back sobs. Didn't feel a thing.

"Please don't say words like gone. I don't want to see that day when I have to say goodbye to you... I love you." "I love you more."

"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 replayed the confrontation again and again in her mind, each memory cutting deeper. She had laid her heart bare, begged him to see her, to feel her love. And he had turned his back. For the first time, the thought crossed her mind—Maybe he truly doesn’t love me anymore. The idea hollowed her out completely. She pressed her forehead against her knees, whispering into the darkness, “I love you, Damon… even if you don’t love me anymore.” Her voice broke into silence, carrying her pain into the emptiness of the house.

"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.

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!”

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.

“You talk about breaking up with your mistresses like it’s some enormous sacrifice you made for me.” I shook my head slowly. “But I genuinely don’t care anymore, Sebastian.” And I meant it. That was the frightening part. Not anger. Not heartbreak. Just exhaustion so complete that the pain had finally burned itself out. “Your pathetic version of an open marriage doesn’t matter to me anymore,” I said softly. “Because I don’t love you anymore.” The words landed harder than yelling ever could have. “So there’s nothing left to argue about. You can go back to your world now.”

"I once liked you. But that was only because I had never been loved properly before. I mistook the scraps of kindness you tossed me for love. "But now I have something real, something good. And I can tell you, without the slightest hesitation… I don't love you anymore. In fact, the sight of you disgusts me." "I—" He stood there, shattered, words choking in his throat. He wanted to speak, but nothing came out. I went on, "We've known each other for so many years. I hope we can part with at least a shred of dignity. Don't make me despise you any more than I already do."