Invisible To My First Love Novels & Stories

My husband Marcus Ashford has severe social anxiety. In three years of marriage, he refused to meet a single one of my friends or family. Even our wedding was just the two of us, because he said a crowd would trigger a panic attack. Because it hurt me to see him like that, I put up with my parents' disappointment and my friends' confusion, made every excuse for him, and guarded his fragile little world with both hands. That changed tonight, when I stumbled onto the social media page of his first love, newly returned from overseas. In the photos, Marcus moved through the room with Chloe, working the toasts with total ease, laughing wide and unguarded. I opened the next live photo, and a snatc

"It's done." I lay on my side, gasping for air. The pain was slowly replaced by a cold, absolute numbness. I looked up at Kael one last time. Minutes ago, my eyes held desperation. Love. Hope. Now? The rose-tinted glasses were crushed. I saw nothing but a stranger. A cruel, blind man who had just murdered the only person who truly loved him. My eyes went dead. Kael met my gaze and flinched. For the first time, a shadow of recognition flickered. He realized he had broken something that could never, ever be repaired.

He did not say anything. She said it is not him I am sad about. It is her. The version of me that waited. That kept performing being fine because she thought if she was fine enough eventually she would be seen. She stopped talking. He let the quiet hold for a moment. Then he said can I use it. She said yes. She said use every word of it. She said if it helps one person understand that invisibility is not love then use all of it. He reached over and turned the camera back on.

A faint hum of distant traffic drifts upward, muted and far away. I pour myself a glass of water and stand by the window. The sky is pale, washed in soft gold. I pick up the folded paper from the table where I left it last night. My vows. I unfold it slowly, smoothing the crease with my thumb. The words look different in daylight. Less dramatic. More honest. I read the first line quietly under my breath. I thought love was a negotiation. I pause. That line had taken the longest to write. It felt too revealing at first, too blunt. But it is true.

Most of the time, he hadn't even bothered to open the chat. Mikael's words echoed violently in his mind. He stared at the phone screen, the crushing weight of reality sinking in. He truly didn't deserve my love.

"If I tell the truth, I am jealous but sometimes I think, I love my sister very much.Because when I was young and showed others how well their elder sister liked her younger sisters while I was not a pastor, my sister was my only support but I don't know why I never looked into her eyes.She is very beautiful, very beautiful, her eyes, then her height, her figure, everything is perfect. And to be honest, I am nothing in front of her, even his nails are not even equal to his beauty. I just feel sad that I am not beautiful I know and I am not as intelligent as the rest of my siblings.They are older than me, they are beautiful, they are intelligent, they know what to say in front of people, how

I closed my eyes. “No Rose. Open your eyes. I’m sorry. I love you so much sunshine. Don’t ever forget that. I want you to fight. Open your eyes sunshine,” I opened my eyes. “I love you princess. Keep looking at the blue sky. Keep blinking. Keep listening to my voice.”

He wipes the stray tears with his thumbs. “River, I want you more than anything in this world. But I’m not going to make love to you for your first time against the bedroom wall. Your first time should be as special as you. A night you won’t ever forget. Our first time making love is going to be so romantic.” He says with a small smile. “Don’t ever worry that pretty, big brain of yours, thinking I don’t want you. Because I definitely do.” He says while kissing me. I sigh into him and I feel instantly relieved. I can’t believe I actually had a meltdown. “Okay” I blow out on a breath, “do you want to forget this whole meltdown of mine happened, and go have the BEST date ever or what?” I say wi

I deflected. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable answering her question. My mind started replaying memories of my time with Chase, especially the moment I gave myself to him. It was like a broken record that kept flashing in my mind. "You know, someone once told me that we never truly stop loving our first love. Yes, we learn to love someone else, but it doesn’t mean our feelings for our first love completely disappear. Instead, they’re just buried under a new love. And when our hearts become vacant again, those feelings resurface—especially if we reconnect with our first love," Savina explained at length.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.