I Don't Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

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.

I blurt out. “You don't get to walk into my life, and treat me with disrespect despite the love I had for you. I left for my mental health and you think you can just walk into my life again? Because you know how much I am or was affected by you?? I'm a fool for believing those times you professed love to me. Just what the hell was I thinking then??” “I love you, Elena, and you know it” he says hoarsely. “To hell with your love. I don't love you anymore. I don't feel a damn shit about you anymore” I retort angrily.

It was too late for that. “It’s too late. Really too late.” I told him, with a voice full of regret, "I am grateful to you for reaching me why love is. But when I gave you all of it, you used up my love till nothing left," I answered. Silenced by my words, Lucas' tears fell uncontrollably. He knew I never lost my temper. He knew seeing me peak this way meant it was a final good bye. I was not going to change my mind. Seeing him cry was sad, but I had moved on from this chapter.

" As he spoke, Robbie's voice grew hoarse with emotion as tears streamed down his face. Once, the sight of him crying for me would have made my heart ache. I would have reached out, held him, and forgiven everything. But now… I wasn't even sure how much of what he said was true. "No need." My tone was icy. "I'll say it again, Robbie. I don't love you anymore, and I don't plan to marry you." Panic flickered across his face. He stepped closer and suddenly pulled me into his arms. "Don't! Ruby, I love you. I really love you. These days made me realize I can't live without you. You don't know what I've been through every single day…"

“I don’t want to see you again.” His voice softened, almost pleading. “You really can’t…?” “No.” With that, I slammed the door shut. Though I was just on the other side of the door, Jared felt as though I was a million miles away. He stood frozen for a moment, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I won’t give up, Vanessa,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

“The love I felt was gone and was replaced by bitterness. So no. I don’t love you anymore. If not for Jett-Jett, you’re not allowed to enter my life again.” Her knees fell out. I left her. That was what I should do. Leave her.

sadness? "Why do you bother searching for someone you've rejected? Do you think I'll be foolish twice? I'll never accept you in my life. I'm content with my new life now. Never show your face again." I stood up, ready to leave, when he said, "Remember our first dance together? I made a mistake just once. Why can't you let go and come with me? What do I need to do?" "I don't want you anymore. Let me make it clear: I despise you with passion. The more I see you, the stronger my hatred grows. So give up."

I say when he lifts me in his arms and start to walk with me over to the door again. The love I feel for this man and our children is everything to me, all this time we wasted on being angry and hurt means nothing anymore all we have is here and now. At one point I could have done anything to be free from this mate bond now I will do everything I can to cherish it and our time together, the love we share, and our future! He is just perfect my mate! THE END

“You wouldn’t?” “No, of course not honey. I love her. Still do. And she does love us back you know. In her own crazy way. I wouldn’t lie to you. I am heart-broken. But at least I know I tried everything. I know it’s going to be difficult for the first two or so years. But eventually I will get over her. I mean nobody died of unrequited love, right?”

Fiona suddenly raised her head to interrupt him, pitifully said, "It's past midnight, I want to sleep..." Paul Henry looked at her for a few seconds, then raised his hand to glance at the clock, slowly said: "It's really late, have you understood what I just said?" "Grandchildren…"Fiona I remember when I was in school, the teacher also asked if you understood, if you said you understood, the teacher would surely ask you "So tell me what you understood". “Uncle, I…”Fiona "Touched" almost cried, "You don't need to understand, I don't want to be in love right now." She used to want to, but not anymore.