I Don T Love You Anymore Spoiler นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You betrayed everyone, Ethan. You let your thirst for revenge put you to this pain you brought upon me and yourself. I loved you, Ethan, I loved you genuinely.” I wiped my tears and said boldly. “But not anymore. I hate you so much that if I were to hold a gun I would kill you myself." As I spoke, a bitter taste laid on my tongue. The fact that the man I had formerly loved had orchestrated a crooked game of manipulation and dishonesty left scars that ran deeper than any physical crack. "You destroyed everything, Ethan. I can not forgive you for that."

“You still should have told me because no matter what, the pains I had to endure and all those times I spent crying, carrying a huge weight in my chest as I spent every year trying to hate you with everything in me.” “Our love is too great to turn to hate no matter how long we spend apart. It’s true and sincere love and nothing can ever destroy that.” He whispered to me with his face inches from mine, with his very breath against my face. “Is that assertion true? You almost lost me just now. I was ready to go with Tristan no matter what, as long as it kept me from seeing your face which always reminded me of my love being rejected.” I poked him in the chest pushing him away from me.

Luca admitted quietly. Damon swallowed hard. “Then learn.” That almost broke Luca completely. Almost. But in the end The damage was bigger than the love. At least tonight. Luca stepped backward one final time. And Damon knew. Really knew. He was losing him. Luca looked at Damon one last time. Eyes shattered. Voice barely holding together. “…I loved you before I even knew why.” Then he walked out into the storm.

“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.

I… I…" For three years, he played the part. But how could there not have been even a shred of truth in it? "But I did everything for you! I love you. I really do!" I stepped closer. "You love me? And that's why you sent me to die? "Tell me, while you've been with Irene all these years, how much of your love for me remains? I've already died once, Vincent. Now, can you die for me?" Vincent collapsed onto the floor. For a long moment, silence hung between us. Finally, Vincent spoke, his voice rough with pain. "Alright… I'll give you what you want."

He lifted my head up by his finger beneath my chin until our eyes met again. "You are so innocent and beautiful, which makes me want to hold you in my arms and shield you from the entire world. I love you so much,” he confessed. My eyes went wide and I suddenly covered his mouth with my hand. His eyebrows furrowed a bit in confusion. "Please don't say that again," I whispered. Hurt and confusion flashed through his eyes. "Whoever claims to love me, they end up leaving. And not just leaving, they go to a place where I can never see them, never hear them. It's what Helena's always told me. I'm the one that's cursed, Kane. And I don't think I can lose you now," I told him. If that really happen

But now that it's actually happening, I don't feel a thing—not the hope, not the thrill—because none of it just doesn't matter to me anymore. The joy vanished from his eyes in an instant. His voice trembled as he asked, "Just tell me what kind of proposal you want, Anna. Whatever it is, I'll make it everything you dreamed of!" I tossed the ring back to him. "Joe, do you really think this is about the proposal? Stop fooling yourself. The problem between us has nothing to do with this." 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."

And that silence says more than any apology he could muster. “I don’t love you anymore,” I say, finally allowing the truth to slip free. It feels strange to say it, but not painful. Just... real. “That’s why I’m divorcing you. Not because of Dolly. Not because of my father. It’s because I’ve spent too long trying to love someone who was never really mine to begin with.”

“You know when I woke up this morning, I was hoping everything that happened was a horrible nightmare and everything would go back to normal, but when I looked around, you were nowhere to be found, and the doctor confirmed that you never came to visit. Do I mean so little to you?” He didn't respond and, in fact, avoided my gaze, but I wasn't done. “Do you hate me so much now that you don't even care if I die here, or if I lose our…” I couldn't continue because there's no point telling him we were expecting a child together. “I don't love you anymore, Kayla, and I no longer want to be with you, so pick up whatever dignity you have left and move on.” He sighed and moved away, giving me some br

Seeing that I had turned around and was about to leave, Elliot rushed forward, grabbing my wrist before pulling me into his arms. His grip was strong; I couldn't break free. All I could do was let him hold me. Then, he cried. I could feel his scalding tears falling onto my shoulder. After a long silence, his trembling voice broke through. "Holly, I was such a fool. It took me this long to realize I love you, but it's too late. I know we can never go back to the way we were before. Holly, believe me—I love you. You are and always will be my wife."