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"Where are you? I'll send the driver to pick you up." I did not reply. Another message arrived. "Stop being stubborn. You know I can't live without you." I stared at the words and almost laughed. She could not live without me the same way she could not live without the furniture in her house or the pillow on her bed. That was habit. Not love. Real love was respect. Real love meant letting someone become who they were meant to be. It was not breaking their wings, locking them in a cage, and demanding gratitude for it.

"Don't you think that's absurd? How do you even expect I go about that without eventually getting my ass arrested?" "Listen, it's so simple. You just have to make him fall in love with you and make it hard for him to leave you. After that stage is gone, you just make sure to get pregnant for him and boom, it's all settle. We'll be in riches," "You think that it easy? Why don't you go ahead with your "simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result,"

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She asked, "When you sat at the police station entrance waiting for me, was it also her who told you to do that?" At that time, Liam stood in the icy snow, completely frozen and stiff, while waiting for Blake. She felt very soft-hearted when she came out of the police station and saw him. Liam responded, "I'm not good at handling romantic relationships. I don't know what to do to win over you." Blake suddenly smiled. "Liam, affection for someone is an emotion that originates from one's heart. You don't need anyone to teach you that." She took a deep breath before continuing, "Let's leave it at this for today. We're still a short distance away from the hospital. I'll walk the rest of the road

'' I yelled as she gave me the finger with a smirk and faded down the stairs. I closed the door and continued with the cleaning and when I was done, I got one book and began reading. The story was about a girl who never got to find true love because her parents showed her exactly what love shouldn't look like. At the hardest time of their life, she meets a man who shows her what real love is - buying her flowers, respecting her, caring about her, and loving her for what she is.

“Ah, thank you.” Once he left, I opened the box. Inside was a small pocket-sized book. “How to Make a Woman Fall in Love Using the 5 Love Languages.” Interesting. I flipped to the first chapter and read aloud: “Step One: Show interest. Ask about her hobbies, passions, or things she enjoys doing. If she’s hesitant to share, ask someone close to her—or observe what brings her joy. Once you learn her interests, spend quality time doing those things together. This will show her that you genuinely care.”

I said gently, stepping closer. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy but filled with something I hadn’t seen in years—hope. “Hades, this is… this is too much. They’ve done so much. That girl…” Her voice broke, and she shook her head. “That girl and her father—what kind of people just give so much without expecting anything in return?” I didn’t have an answer. “Good people,” I said simply. “People we’re not used to.” Her lips trembled as she sank onto the couch. “Do you think it’s okay for us to stay here? Do we deserve this?”

I start, shifting when I feel the vibrator move. Fuck, I forgot about that. I hope he is not planning to turn it on while I’m here. My heart beats fast thinking about it. “Is that so?” he asks. “At least for me it’s not,” I say, my lips pressed together. “Care to elaborate?” She asks me, and I suddenly feel like it’s a job interview. “Well, people fall in and out of love. What matters to me is respect, commitment, and communication.” “So it has nothing to do with money?”

Even if all I ever get is the knowledge that I finally became someone worthy of your respect. I'm going to support your work. Implement your programs. Defend your honor. Be better. Not to win you back. Not to ease my guilt. But because it's who I want to be. Who I should have been all along. I love you. I will always love you. But I'm learning that love isn't about holding on. It's about supporting you. Respecting your choices. Wanting your happiness even if it's not with me.