It Was Never Love To Begin With Novels & Stories

He said, “Love, you are so beautiful. I’m the happiest man to marry you again. I will make this count." Serena smiled softly. “Then let’s make this the one that lasts, Nathan.” Nathaniel could not help the urge to lean in for a kiss, but the officiant cleared his throat. “Sir, we haven’t reached that part yet. If we skip ahead, I’ll be out of a job.” Serena and he both chuckled. They turned to the altar, and soon, the officiant began. “Love doesn’t always begin in perfect moments. Sometimes, it begins again,” the officiant said, smiling as he looked at the couple, then out at the guests. “Family and friends, we are gathered here today to witness something rare—a love that found its way back.

“Why do you make it so hard to stop loving you?” For the briefest second, something flickered in his eyes something raw but it vanished just as quickly. “Do you even love me?” I asked quietly. “Even a little?” He stared at me, his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he smiled but it wasn’t a warm smile. It was cold and cruel. “No,” he said flatly. “I never loved you. And I never will.” The words hit like a knife to the chest. I felt it the way something inside me just… broke.

"I wouldn't be surprised either. Those two hate each other." I frowned slightly. From all my interactions with her parents, I hadn't picked up on outright hatred. But I'd admit there was something there, a distance between them that spoke volumes. Their marriage seemed loveless, forced. It reminded me of my own marriage with Nathaniel. A thought crept into my mind uninvited: would Nathaniel and I end up like that too? Would we grow to become distant, to hate each other? Before I could respond, my phone rang, vibrating against the coffee table. I reached for it, answering without even checking the caller ID.

The man I'd loved for years wasn't so extraordinary after all. A cold laugh slipped from my lips. "Devin, who exactly are you to me? Why would I do anything just to spite you?" His breath caught. The certainty in my voice and the finality in my gaze... It all hit him like ice water. Only then did he realize my eyes no longer held the same light they once did. My gaze only held indifference, detachment, and the faintest trace of mockery. The love was gone. Snuffed out entirely. Something in his chest twisted–tight, sharp, and irreversible–like a wound that refused to close.

“Never.” And this time, Sahara wanted to believe him. Because this wasn't the beginning of a forced marriage. This was the beginning of the love they should have chosen from the very start.

Andrei whispered shocked. His brother's words hung on the air for a fraction of a second and then Alexei remembered that he needed to breathe. He sucked in a deep breath as his heart hammered loudly in his chest. He had never consciously thought of it, never let the words even enter his brain, choosing to use the term mates or mating instead. But once they were out in the open there was no hiding from them. He was in love with Cedar Alexander. He didn't answer Andrei, didn't admit the words out aloud. For some strange reason he didn't want to utter those words for the first time to anyone other than their intended recipient.

It was just one line. [Darcy, where are you?] I looked at it for a long time, then pressed delete. The screen went dark, and I lifted my head and looked forward. This city was completely unfamiliar to me, but I knew that starting today, this was where my new life would begin.

My wife hid the fact that she was carrying another man’s baby. She told me the truth only after she gave birth. I did not get angry. I even agreed to let her lover move into our home. Then, one day, she found a photograph in my bedroom. The moment she saw it, she fell apart.

On the fifty-fifth day after my fiancée blocked me, I canceled the wedding I'd waited eight years for. She was still at a mountain abbey with her childhood friend, helping him heal from his depression. She'd had Havenlight Abbey, which never went a day without visitors, closed for six full months. Meanwhile, because she'd vanished without a word, reporters hounded me until I had no home left to go back to. With no other choice, I went to Havenlight Abbey to find her. She sent me back down the mountain, saying I couldn't disturb the peace of a holy place. In the dead of winter, I collapsed at the foot of the mountain and nearly died. When I came to, I saw Claire planting a whole field

In my fifth year as a full-time housewife, I was diagnosed with severe depression. The only way I could prove that I was still alive was by posting on social media. I would post the dinner I'd burned, the plants withering on the balcony, or even the strands of hair that fell out late at night. My husband, Calvin Kenneth never left a comment, but he would immediately leave a like on every single post. Again and again, his likes were what made me pull my hand away from the sleeping pills. Everything seemed peaceful until, on my birthday, I found a group chat from work on his tablet. The group was called "Mr. Kenneth's Personal Image Management Team". In the group, his secretary had posted