I Hate That We Didn't Make It To Forever Novels & Stories

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever. Upon hearing that, I instantly recalled a quote, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with," in a reply I once stumbled upon on the internet. At that time, I was still doubtful about this statement, but now, I supposed that the user was right. Unexpectedly, Ashley divorced during the second year of my marriage with Luna. That day, she contacted me. She said that she had nowhere to go and sleep and that I was the only one she could rely on.

Martin looked at her, took her hand and rubbed it, while saying “I love you! I love you, Stephanie Clark! My love for you grows everyday.” “Martin…..” Her eyes become teary and spark happiness ‘No matter what happened to me, you need to remember, I LOVE YOU and I promise to love you FOREVER!’ Martin’s words stayed in his head, he still kept it a secret about his condition, and didn't want to make Stephanie worried. ------ Hong Kong

My face is just an inch from hers I miss you, he said slowly. .. Just like that my determination too went. I cried looking at his eyes. I missed him every second in these years. I want him, I want my Shiva back. I don't want to loose him. With that thought I closed my eyes unknowingly give up on my plan. He pressed his lips on my forehead.. I just want earth to be stop around. I hugged him. It feels eternity to us. No one is moved. But deep inside I believe we too have happy ending. And I don't want to leave him for anyone

I turned back at him as he cleared his throat. When we didn't return. Adrian's pained eyes said what his voice couldn't. I gave him a small smile to let him know that it was okay although it really wasn't. It wasn't okay that we had to abandon our house that way. It wasn't okay that we couldn't return back to our home. It was really not okay that my parents weren't here today to reclaim their home- to relive the memories it contained. Above all, it wasn't okay that I didn't remember where I grew up.

Until his final day. That day, clarity returned. He gave one final instruction for his epitaph. "To the only one I have ever loved, may we meet again in the next life." What he didn't know was that, at nearly the same moment, Harper was lying in bed too. She was surrounded by the man she loved, and generations of children and grandchildren. "Grandma, do you have anything you'd like to say?" She looked at Christopher, who had stood by her side for sixty years.

I heard that delicate laugh abruptly stop, so I continued, “Unless you’re insecure, of course. Or maybe Dario hasn’t promised to make you his wife yet? “So that’s why you’re so eager to prove something… right?” Suddenly, the line filled with Dario sobbing, raw and ragged. Even the music cut out. A flurry of voices tried to comfort him, and then the call ended. I let out a cold laugh. Such childish tactics. These young women, throwing themselves into a petty competition for scraps of affection. It was pathetic. I had no interest in joining the game. And I no longer cared.

Stop making a scene. Eight years. I had stood by him through firefights and hails of bullets. I thought we were soulmates. I once said that the only person in the world who truly understood me was Vincenzo. It turned out that in his heart, I was just a crazy woman who would invent a miscarriage out of jealousy. It doesn't take an army to break a person. Just a constant stream of disappointments, until the last one finally extinguishes your hope. I couldn't even feel anger anymore. Wiping my tears, I sent Vincenzo a one-word reply.

And we'd come out the other side stronger. Together. The way it was always meant to be. "Forever?" I asked quietly. "Forever," he promised. And I believed him. Because this—this love, this family, this life—this was real. This was ours. And nothing would ever take it away from us. Not again. Not ever. THE END

And yeah… I don’t think I ever want to see them again. It was better if we stayed apart…. FOREVER.