Love Is An Illusion Ending Novels & Stories

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.”

I could only watch myself fall deeper and deeper for you. "I admit that the marriage I gave you was fake, but my love for you is real," he said, his expression painfully earnest. "Four years ago, I got back on my feet and officially married Kelly. But Sela, I never forgot about you. I was just too terrified of losing you, so I used lies to cover up lies." My limbs had gone from feeling cold to feeling utterly numb. Shaking my head, I kept backing away. He felt like a total stranger to me.

When he loved someone, he would give the person everything. When his love disappeared, it felt as though I was being pushed into an abyss. I escaped hurriedly and ran away from the laughter behind me. The screens on the walls kept playing the video of Bailey’s birthday. I hid in the bathroom and took off the dress I had specially prepared for the night. I tossed it into the trash along with my love for Jeremy. The hospital called me again. “The surgery that Mr. Goodman arranged for you is scheduled for tomorrow. You have to come to the hospital tonight and prepare for the surgery.”

“I never loved her. I made that clear from the start. Whatever she believed, whatever illusions she maintained. They were her own.” Lies. Cold, deliberate lies spoken to convince everyone in this room, including himself. Zayn turned sharply toward him, anger flashing across his face. “Lucian—” “It ends now,” Lucian cut him off. “Whatever illusion existed, whatever complications arose from this union. It all ends here.” My chest burned like I was breathing fire. Like everything inside me was turning to ash. The room felt too small. Too loud. Too full of eyes watching me break right there and then.

“The second was being blind enough to love you for so many years. “But fortunately, it’s not too late. I don’t feel a thing for you anymore.” As my words landed, the color drained from Yaron’s face. His eyes searched mine, desperately looking for hesitation—some sign that I was just saying this out of anger. However, there was nothing for him to find. After a long silence, he let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “I don’t believe you. You’ve loved me for over a decade. You can’t just stop overnight.

"Sydney, if you didn't understand what I said earlier, let me make it clear again. I was merely joking when I said I'd propose to you once you become project director. I will never marry you. If you cause any more trouble, pack your things and leave the company immediately." So, this was the truth? All the talk of love and being his girlfriend was all a lie. In his eyes, I was just a pet for his amusement. Honestly, I had suspected this for a long time, but he was the first person I ever loved. I'd given him my heart, so how could I possibly accept this outcome? But reality slapped me hard and woke me from my self-deception. Fine. If that was how it was going to be. I wiped the tears from my

"I never wanted to hurt you, Lucy. I've been trying to help, to find a way to bring you back. Please, let me in. Let me show you that my love for you is real." Lucy's laughter filled the room, a hollow sound that reverberated through Darren's being. "Love? Love is nothing but an illusion, a cruel joke played by fate. What we had was a lie, Darren. It was never real." His eyes filled with tears, Darren pleaded, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "No, Lucy, you're wrong. Our love was real. It was beautiful, and it can be again. Please, let me prove it to you."

he whispered in my ear as the burning stopped. I was on my hands and knees and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I looked down at my hands and they weren’t burnt. I had felt my skin burn to a crisp but they hadn’t. Everything, even my pain, was an illusion. That meant that even in here, Death was an illusion as well, but the illusion whether in my mind or not, was real in here. “What is love, Kiran?” Death asked me. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and he looked at me with genuine curiosity.

He didn’t answer, only lifted the glass to his lips. “Do you love me?” she asked again, louder this time. His gaze finally turned to her, sharp and cold. “Why are you asking me that, Nina?” She swallowed. “Because I need to know. I need to know if you see me as more than someone who just lies in your bed.” Marcus set the glass down, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Love is an illusion,” he said flatly. “Don’t ask me for what I can’t give.”

When I did not reply, he looked up at me. “This is also our farewell meal.” I looked at him with a calm smile, watching his every bite. “What are you talking about, Nina? If you want, and I mean if, you can consider staying with me. Forever.” “And what about the girl you like? Are you giving up on her?” I looked directly at Silas. He looked straight back at me. “If I hadn't said that, you wouldn't have allowed me to get this close to you.” Men were surprisingly similar when confessing their love.