Resetting My Life From His Zero‑love Game Novels & Stories

“Do you love me?” “Yes.” “Then prove it,” he said softly. “How?” “I’m booking a plane ticket to Switzerland to see you,” Musa explained, “but my account is blocked. Could you send $50,000 to my brother’s account?” “Of course,” Cornelia said without hesitation. “Send me the details.” “I already did, my love.” “Here—make it $100,000,” she said sweetly. “I promise I’ll refund you soon,” he said quickly. “No need, baby. Just come see me soon,” she said with a smile. Musa hung up immediately.

When they pulled him out, he was unconscious. One by one, he seemed to be recreating every injury I'd suffered. He was punishing himself, trying to atone for his sins, hoping to earn my forgiveness. When he finally stood by my bedside again, battered and broken, he said, "Martina, I've endured every bit of pain you went through. Can you forgive me now?" This time, looking at his pitiful state, I didn't refuse him outright. Instead, I let out a bitter laugh. "Fine. I don't hate you anymore."

*"Get some rest, Auntie. Don't stress over me." I hung up before she could ask another question. The silence in the car was immediate and thick. My reflection stared back at me from the dark glass of the windshield — face tight, eyes carrying everything I hadn't said out loud. I looked at myself for a long moment, the way you rarely let yourself do. *"Stop crying over something you don't have the right to,"* I told my reflection quietly. My voice was almost gentle. Almost kind. *"Love is a game you stopped playing a long time ago. You accepted that. It doesn't belong to you — it never did."*

I stood by the bed and looked down at her condescendingly. "You came…" she whispered and smiled, showing a few of her missing teeth. "I thought… you wouldn't come…" "What did you want to say?" I asked. "I-I'm sorry…" she gasped and struggled to force each word out of her lips. "I know that… I made a mistake… The game… was wrong… from the start… "I was just… too arrogant… to think… you'd never leave me… I love you… Nol… I've always… loved you…"

His silver eyes were cold, distant, and filled with a murderous intent. ​"State your name, spy," he commanded, leveling a silver-edged sword at my heart. ​He didn't know me. I had saved his life, but I had erased myself from his history. We weren't in the First Life anymore. ​We were in Life Zero, and I was the only person who remembered we were in love.

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five

“Because I want to remember every version of you.” I looked at him. “The girl you were.” “The woman you became.” “The moments I missed.” He touched my cheek. “But then I realize something.” “What?” “If I remembered everything, maybe I’d spend my life trying to recreate the past.” He looked toward the ocean. “I’d rather build something new with you.” My eyes filled with tears. “I love you.” He smiled. “I know.” “You’re supposed to say it back.” “I love you too.” I laughed. Then Zero-D began crying from inside the house.

She walked straight over to him, reaching up to frame his broad face in her warm, loving hands. "You brought life into our home tonight, my sweet boy," Sarah whispered, tears of joy sparkling in her eyes. She leaned up and pressed a soft, gentle kiss against his cheek. Zero-Zero stood tall in the warm kitchen, surrounded by the people who loved him more than life itself. The dark shadows of his past, the cold steel, and the fear were completely gone, washed away by the warmth of this simple, beautiful home. He closed his eyes for a quiet moment, letting the motherly kiss and the love of his family sink deep into his soul. He was Zero-Zero Reed, and this was his home forever.

When he saw that I was completely unharmed, he actually managed a smile of relief. "Estelle… I'm giving my life to make it up to you… Can you stop hating me now?"

She couldn't understand sign language at all. I lowered my hands, pulled out my phone, and quickly typed a sentence. [I'm LeoWinter. The one whose ID has been linked with yours in the game.] My heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. Gaming was the one place where I could truly relax. And meeting AutumnWind had been the biggest reason I'd kept playing all these years. Would she be as excited as I was? Unable to stop myself, I looked toward Madison expectantly. But there was no excitement. No joy.