No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whispered sadly here before slowly waking up. "Can't you trust me more?" it said in a talking voice before I was released. He stare at me with his hopeful eyes. I tried to give him a smile. "I don't know if it's true how you feel about me but ..." I said and swallowed. "You don't deserve me. You deserve someone better. No, you deserve the best." I continued. "I'm a married woman Xenoah. I can't be with you. I am sorry and at the same time thankful to you but we can't be together." I slowly end.

I know my worth and I know I deserved more than that. “D-Dylan,” my voice betrayed me. But I squared my shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes. Knowing I would always be the other woman and nothing more was a hard pill to swallow but I had to do what was necessary. I was hurt but I know if I didn’t do this, I would only get more hurt in the future. “I want to get married someday and have my own kids with the man I love.” I started. “And since that can’t happen with you,” I swallowed, sniffling in the snort that had now appeared out of nowhere. “I don’t want to be the other woman for the rest of my life. I don’t so—” I stopped. This was harder than I thought. “So I think we should-”

He snarled at me, his eyes red. It felt as if my heart had shattered into a million pieces. I stared at him with tears in my eyes as I clutched down in pain. "Who was it that got married and got another woman pregnant in secret? Tell me, who was it?" Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I stood up to face him. "Tell me, you've never really loved me, have you? All these while, I still remain nothing but a game plan to you, don't I? I was wrong. I was so wrong about you, Mariano. You don't deserve me. And maybe that is why your family died. You bring nothing but pain and bad luck. You deserve it. My mom was right about you. You deserve to be left alone in this world, you deserve to suffer

"I don't?" "No, you don't. Because. Well...because I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart. It was scarred and fragile, but I gave it to someone who saw worth in it anyway. A woman who cherished every imperfection and did his best to hold all the fragmented pieces together. I've been walking around without my heart for so many years, I learned to ignore its absence. I became accustomed to the hole in my chest. But I can't ignore the missing part of me any longer. And you can't marry an incomplete man. You deserve a man who still has a heart to give you. So, I'm sorry...but I can't marry you."

I try to speak but no words come out, it only comes out as a squeak. “Taina to be honest; I know this marriage wasn’t what you initially wanted. Even apart from the money, I know you could have walked away before the wedding but you still gave it your all. Sometimes I feel like I’m not deserving of you; and I’m sorry for not treating you better” he says

All because I'm hell-bent on not getting married or having children; for reasons, I can't seem to figure out. No, the main reason, as my therapist has pointed out a couple of times, is that I don't feel I deserve those things. Maybe my therapist is right? Maybe deep down, I want those things, to be married and have kids; I don't feel I deserve them, though. I don't know; I don't know what is wrong with me that I can't get my crap together enough to have a woman like Kaysen. So now I'm right back at square one, thinking I should let Kaysen go like she bluntly stated I should.

“Oh, Sasha..” That lump that seems to live in my throat lately grows again and I blink fast to keep from crying right now. “I don't deserve this anymore,” I say, and Ren’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Don't try to console me, I don't want to stay married to him, I hate what this marriage has turned into.” “Umm, Sasha..” she coughs, her gaze fixed over my shoulder.

And I mean it this time. 'You don't deserve her. Neither does she deserve you…' It's over, Jasper; it's time to move on. You already got what you wanted…Stop needlessly clinging to her. And… …don’t love her anymore… ‘Especially if love and respect exists between the two of you, I’m sure you’ll be fine’ ‘Let’s get married, Jasper. Let’s show them…what they…who they wasted…this…we don’t deserve any of this…’

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."