I Don T Love You Anymore Spoiler Novels & Stories

I called out seriously, cupping her cheeks to make her look at me. "You will never be a burden to me. And to hell with people's opinions about us. I lost you once and fate somehow made me find you. I'm not going to lose you again because…” I took a deep breath. “I love you clumsy Nancy," I smiled. She pulled away with a grin, her eyes a little teary. "That would've been a lot more romantic if you hadn't added the 'clumsy Nancy' bit," she smiled. "Only when you stop being such a clutz," I teased and she scowled at me, making me laugh hard.

However, I was no longer the woman who would wait for his love. Even if he had not defended me just now, I would have requested the surveillance footage to prove my innocence. I slipped my hand into Jasper's. "Let's go home, hubby." … Ian's POV. I lost her. I lost Sienna—the only woman who had ever loved me unconditionally. I lost her forever. I thought I had time. I thought she would wait. However, when I got back from Hawee Island with Eva, all I found was an empty house… and cat poop all over the floor.

"The man you were ten years ago is not the man you are now. Even if some of that part of you remained, I would understand. What Valentina was suggesting is on a whole different level. It's vile and inhumane, and you would never agree to it. I know that deep in my bones. I couldn't love you if I thought you were capable of being that kind of person." He sucks in a breath and looks at me with hope. "You love me?" he asks, searching my eyes for the truth. "You already know the answer. You said it yesterday," I say, having a hard time being direct. He pulls me in close, our faces now just inches apart. "I need to hear it to really believe it. I need to hear those three words more than I've ever

He sure did a good job of keeping her a secret. I hear people say Shane was a stand in and I was his true love. But how can you have a replacement for someone you claim to love? Maybe Lucas didn’t really love me. Maybe he just loved the thrill of being ignored. Now I figured that out, I have stopped obsessing. Nw I have confirmed that I can go back, I turned off my phone and got into he flight. Meanwhile, at the wedding, Lucas and Shane were in the process of carrying out the first ritual when one of his pack ran in, destroying atmosphere.

I said, my voice cold and empty. He stood up, trembling, reaching for my hand. “I knew you would forgive me. I knew you still loved me—” I stepped back. “I don’t love you anymore, Kael.” The hope died in his eyes. “What?” “I said, I don’t love you anymore,” I repeated. “You think you can come here, say you’re sorry, and everything will be okay? You think you can erase two years of pain with a few tears? You think I forgot what you did? I forgot how you left me to die in that forest?”

I held a medical kit in my hands and gently placed it in front of him. "Your blood has soaked through your clothes. Take care of it yourself." My voice was calm but carried a hint of distance. Damon looked up slowly, his eyes bloodshot and full of pain. "Sage, do you really... not love me anymore?" I didn't speak, just looked down at him, my eyes showing no wavering. "Answer me!" Damon's voice cracked. "Just once, answer me honestly!" "I already did," I replied coldly. "In that text message I sent you. I don't love you anymore."

“You’re the one who's become someone else, Blake. Perhaps you’ve also been like this, but I failed to see it on time. Wanting an open relationship, letting your dad talk to me as he pleases, never putting me first for once in your miserable life!” And wasn't that the saddest part of it all. Having to beg for his affection… Well, I was done with that. Looking him square in the eye, I enunciated the words that had been sitting on my tongue since yesterday. “I don't love you anymore, Blake!”

he said. I shook my head. “No! What?” I said quietly. “You don’t.” His jaw tightened. “Then explain it to me.” I looked at him for a while before I spoke. “I don’t love you anymore.” Kane looked at me like I just shattered every piece of his heart or maybe he had just refused to accept it. “That’s not true,” he said after a few seconds. “It is,” I replied. “No,” he said again, firmer this time. “It’s not.”

He might have reserved the position of his Donna for me, but his heart was no longer mine. My phone rang again, and I picked it up to hear Leo's hoarse voice on the other end. It sounded like he had been crying. "Are you done with your games?" I lowered my head, tasting bitterness on my tongue. "I'm not playing any games here, Leo. I don't love you anymore because I've recovered. The sanatorium’s treatment was effective. Thank you for sending me there and making me realize that life is easier if I stop loving you. "You can forget the promises you made to me, and I'll pretend never to have heard your swear in front of my parents' grave. Let's end things and live our lives."