Lose You To Love Me Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Eight years, and I'm just some stranger now? Melissa, why did you leave without telling me? Do you know I quit my job at the firm just to track you down?" "I didn't leave without telling you," I said evenly. "I mailed your engagement ring and the breakup letter to your office. You should've seen it." His voice cracked. "I don't agree to breaking up. Melissa, I still love you. I know I messed up. I shouldn't have hit you. I shouldn't have let Olivia touch that chair, and I shouldn't have defended her. You can hate me. You can make me pay. Just calm down and come home with me, okay?"

" Chad stumbled as he tried to stand, and he staggered his way out of the bar. Josie waited in the living room all night for Chad, but he did not come home. When she woke up in the morning, Josie called Chad's number and heard his phone ringing outside. She was furious to see Chad asleep outside the door when she opened it. Chad would rather sleep outside than inside the house with her. How much did he hate her? Josie held back her anger as she crouched next to Chad to wake him up. "It's cold outside, Chad. Come inside your home to sleep." Chad mumbled in a daze, "I have no home. I lost Sadie… I don't have a home anymore." Josie had wanted to help Chad up but stopped when she heard that. Her

Looked up. Didn't recognize the girl in the mirror. Hair? Wrecked. Skin? Dull. Eyes? Puffy and red. I didn't look like this this morning. Guess you really can lose yourself for love. I'd loved Jacob for years. With the wedding coming up, I thought we'd finally made it. Didn't see it was already falling apart. I took a deep breath, tried to shut down the spiral, and grabbed my phone. [Short one groom for this wedding. Anyone want the job?]

George had also died a while ago. This letter went through multiple hands before it reached mine. It was the last thing he owned. 'If we are reborn, may we never be a couple again.' I thought the same.

"Morgan, you're lying to me, aren't you? Fine, I won’t ask you to stay anymore. You can go wherever you want. I’ll visit you whenever I can—just don’t tell me something this cruel." Morgan met his gaze and asked, "Is this really more cruel than what you did—sleeping with Luna right before my eyes?" That one sentence shattered him completely. His grip on her loosened, and he slowly walked out of the room. Behind him, the sound of the door slamming shut rang out mercilessly. Sebastian couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. They slipped from his eyes, hot and bitter. He knew then that he had truly lost her. He destroyed the happiness that was once his, and now Morgan had moved on from their marr

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I looked down at him and continued, "That hum of agreement you gave Tom in the waiting room was like a knife straight through my heart. You've already killed the Gaby who loved you with all of her might. "Mitchell, you're making me think that falling in love with you was the most disgusting mistake I've ever made. "Relationships have their ups and downs, and it would make sense for us to break up if we fell out of love with each other. But you didn't even bother salvaging my dignity and chose the ugliest, most disgusting way out instead. "When I left Havenridge, I had hoped that I would never have to see you again. Have I not made it clear enough with what I did?"

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

"No need to rush me. I'll leave on my own." Perhaps my calmness startled Benji, and I saw a flicker of panic cross his face. He reached out to grab me, but Esme happened to lean into his arms. "Ben, I'm feeling a little unwell." As I watched the two of them leave together, I sneered and promptly left the company. Five years of love—gone in an instant just like that. I returned to Benji's villa to pack my things. But as I walked around, I realized how little I truly owned with only a single suitcase packed.

But something that was real and had been real and I had been living inside it without knowing the full shape of it. And I was still leaving. That part hadn’t changed. Because love, even real love, did not cover what this marriage had done to me. The miscarriage he’d walked away from. The dinners. The hospital bed. The monitored phone and the bought company and the years of being reduced to a function. But I was tired of lying to myself about there being nothing here. “I need to ask you something,” I said. “Okay.” “And I need you to answer honestly. Not strategically. Not in a way that gets you what you want. Just honestly.”