I Dont Love You Anymore นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And the marriage registration still wasn't happening. I shook my head. "No. I don't love you anymore. After seven years, whatever love I had for you has been worn down to nothing."

“Whαt did you sαy?” “I sαid I never loved you‚” she repeαted‚ eαch word like α slαp. “You don’t meαn αnything to me now. Nothing. I don’t cαre αbout you‚ I don’t cαre whαt you think of me‚ I don’t even cαre enough to hαte you αnymore.” My pαlm collided with her cheek before I even reαlized I’d moved.

I informed him which made him look in front before gearing back the wheel. I chuckled before slowly fading my smile. “But now, I just want to know if he loved me once. Nothing more and I would no longer want to be back on his arms.” I shrug my head before flashing a little laugh. “I don’t know but I feel like he doesn’t owe me such feelings anymore. It seems like I don’t care anymore whether he loved me or not. I seriously don’t know now.” “Maybe because you are not into him anymore now.”

"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."

Just hollowness. My gaze met his again, but this time, it had hardened. “Victor,” I said, my voice calm, almost gentle, “my love for you was never an excuse for you to hurt me, to ignore me, and to grind my feelings into dust.” The words hung between us. I paused, then let a faint, resolute smile curve my lips. “And anyway…” I said softly, “I don’t love you anymore.” The words felt strange, because I couldn’t pinpoint when they had become true. Maybe it was the day I walked out and saw the world without chains for the first time.

When he finally spoke again, I exhaled without realizing I’d been holding it in. “I never wanted to speak to you again,” he said sharply. “Max is my family. If you love me, you should love my family as yours. But your behavior that day—” he paused, voice tight—“it showed me you just didn’t care. Or maybe you didn’t love me enough.” I opened my mouth, trying to explain. “I—” “Let me speak,” he hissed, cutting me off.

Aria teased. Philip flushed. “Aria… do you still believe in love?” Aria went silent, turning to look out the window at the sky. Blue skies, free-floating clouds… that had been her dream during those six months in prison. Freedom. But now that she was truly free, her heart no longer had a home. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe… I just haven’t met someone who can make my heart race again. Not with this body… Who could ever love someone like me?”

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."

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.

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."