روايات وقصص ضمن Loving Me Was His Game Losing Me Was Mine

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 deleted the message. The hotel room was silent. I packed, checked out, and took a cab to the airport. The terminal glass reflected my pale face, but I didn't cry. Maybe when the heart truly dies, tears stop coming. Before boarding, an unknown number sent me a message. [Eliana, Luca is looking for you. Where did you go?] I powered off my phone. As the plane lifted, Chicago's lights fell away beneath me. North Dock, Spade Casino, the lake house--all of them shrank into blurred points of light. I had finally left the game.

Those features I knew so well—they looked like a stranger's now. "So, Layla? Fun game today, right?" He waved a hand, already over it. "Alright, alright. Game's over. Cut her down." His voice was so casual, like he was commenting on the weather. A few Betas fumbled with the silver chains, then practically tossed me aside like I was trash they didn't want to touch. The second the chains came loose, I hit the ground hard. My back slammed against the stone, and I felt every bone in my body rattle.

I got in my car before I got tired in front of her. I leave fast so she couldn't see me in tears and I don't want to see her reaction. I wonder if one day, this feeling will disappear or back like before as if it has never existed in the first place. In this game, the loser was me. ..

He leaned closer, close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his eyes, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him. "Do you understand what I am saying?" His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper. "I am not playing games. I am not manipulating you. I am telling you that I love you. That I have always loved you. That losing my memories did not change that and finding you married did not change that and watching you suffer did not change that." My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.

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@NAYANI POV@ every time I think of you I shed more than a tear or two darling I miss you so much even your eyes and tender touch why did we have to depart when we were bound at heart love for me was never a game and I still love you the same just like the way I love you I hope you love me too

I could not blame it on you but my soft spot 'Cause that's the only way I got caught in your games Even though that's not the only reason I'm hurt Knowing I should've been way more alert with your false energy Now I'm lost I was trying to find you Cause I cared for you more than anything But along the way I lost myself And you hurt me more than anything That was a heavy thing I've tried hard to focus on myself, but I just can't You should've known loving me is a risk And breaking my heart is a risk I find that disrespectful But you broke your own heart And you played the right cards So now I'll be playing the right part Guess "Us" was not for the right intentions

His voice caught, breath sharp and shaky, "I love you." His confession hung heavy between us, a bittersweet lifeline and curse. My heart twisted painfully at his openness, his anger mirroring my inner struggle. He faced me again, his look a mix of hurt and fierce resolve. "I can't keep playing these games. If I can't have you completely, then I don't want you at all."

Losing her was enough for me to know what it feels like to be unloved, to be hurt, to be broken, to be upset, to be angry and to regret every choice I ever made. This love I have is already a losing game, where I am already lost in this game of love and mates.