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I demanded, pushing against his chest. "Zee, the diary… the person you confessed to, it was me, wasn't it? You've always loved me." His voice was hoarse, desperate. "Yes, I loved you!" I spat, the words laced with a raw, painful honesty. "I loved you humbly, self-deprecatingly. But I'm awake now. I don't want to love you anymore! I won't love you! Please, just let me go!" My eyes burned, but no tears would fall. My face was pale, my heart a wasteland.

I love you". "The words you say...." He groaned. "I love you...i love you so much, I am pregnant for you...I'm carrying your child...I love you, I love you so much, I trust you....you are not hurting me" He lifted his mouth away from her clit, their eyes met and held unquestionable love. "You said what?" ******** Dear readers, this book is almost getting to an end. Kindly help me get it on the ranks, vote with gems, give reviews and leave lovely comments.

Chapter 64: I Love You Sofia's POV “Sofia, I’d rather die right now than leave you here. I loved you, Sofia, I really do. Sofia Sanders, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care if you hated me; I don't care if you don't want to see me. All I want tonight is to be with you tonight, tomorrow, and the rest of the days. Please just let me stay.” He gave me a warm kiss on my cheek that gave me butterflies in my stomach.

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."

"I love you," I said again. Not softer this time. More certain. The word doing what it does when it has been said once and the saying has confirmed rather than spent it. "I loved the man who waited at the gate when I arrived. I love the man who is sitting on this floor right now. I will love whatever version of you is still becoming, through whatever the next years produce." I held his gaze. "That is not conditional. That is not the love that requires you to remain the best version of yourself at all times or be revised. It is the love that accompanies. That stays through the chapters."

— I love you, I say in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside me I had never explored, a man's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says "I love you, Élianor, I love you, I have loved you since the first day, since the first night, since the first look, since the first word, since the first kiss, since the first breath, since the first time, since forever, since I was born, since I opened my eyes, since I knew that I would meet you, one day, somewhere, in that bar, in London, in that night, in that room, in that bed, in your arms, in your life, in your hear

Fear came naturally after that. Control became everything. Control meant predictability. Clean decisions. No surprises. It helped me forget the chaos Rose and her sister dragged into our world. Almost. There was one memory that refused to fade. Zena. Even thinking her name tightened something in my chest. Years had passed, yet her face remained sharp in my mind, her voice lingering in memories I never invited back. It irritated me more than I wanted to admit. I never figured out what she had been to me. Love felt too soft for something that unsettled me this deeply. Hate felt dishonest. Attraction felt too small for the weight she carried inside my head.

"How can I not? You’re an active person and you love the outdoors and you've been stuck here with me." "I love the outdoors but I love you more. I'm okay."

Hand still on her belly, like she’s protecting Sandra from the storm. I crawl forward on my knees. Closer. Until I’m right in front of her. “I love you,” I say, voice cracking. “I loved you when you were just a name on a rejection letter. I loved you when you walked into my life bleeding and broken. I loved you every morning I left a white rose. I loved you when we burned the contract. I love you now, with our daughter between us, on this damn tarmac, with the whole world watching if they want to.”