The Day I Stopped Loving You Novels & Stories

"What's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Why did you touch her? Take it out on me if you want. Camille cried behind him, hands over her face. I sat on the ground and looked up at him. My palm and knee throbbed, a fine, spreading pain that made my whole body shake. But watching him plant himself between me and Camille, I suddenly stopped feeling any of it. I got up off the ground, looked at him once, and turned to walk away. I bought a train ticket to a small town down south. As the train pulled out, the sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten. I leaned back against my seat and closed my eyes. All I could think of was my mother's hand in mine, on her deathbed, and the wor

Morgan used what little strength he had left to yell, "Believe it or not, you're the only person I have ever loved in this life! After I'm gone, all my assets will be left to you." My hand rested on the doorknob, and without looking back, I responded, "No thanks. I don't want anything that belongs to you. Keep it, or donate it. I don't care." I opened the door to a brightly lit corridor. When I walked out of the hospital building, the spring sunlight poured down on me, wrapping me in its gentle warmth. I took a deep breath, catching the faint, crisp scent of blooming flowers and fresh grass in the air.

I shook my head, my tone remaining flat and calm, "I have no feelings for you. I want nothing to do with anything related to you." Jaxson still didn't understand how he had offended me, making me burn my bridges. His eyes gradually dimmed. A single tear fell slightly. His voice was husky, words caught in his throat, "I…" I cut him off. "Jaxson, I get married. It is not appropriate to stay with you alone." Not wishing to say more to him, I turned and walked away. I slept restlessly throughout the night. I dreamt of Jaxson looking at me with cold indifference and me getting sick and lying on my deathbed all alone.

Every woman before me had taken something expensive from Lucas Whitmore. One took his money. One took his pride. By the time he got to me, he had decided to be careful. Our dates were food trucks and cheap diners. For my birthday, he gave me plastic flowers from a discount website and a silver-plated necklace that left a mark on my skin. “This is what I can offer,” he told me. “If it isn't enough, you can leave.” I never complained. Then I ended up in the emergency room, facing surgery and a bill I couldn't cover. I called him. Asked to borrow five thousand dollars. He went quiet. “Really, Evie? You're faking an illness for money now? I thought you were different.” The day before, he'd bough

Just because I refused to kneel and apologize to my wife's lover, she went so far as to send me to North Maia, saying she wanted to make me suffer. I endured unimaginable hardships to make my way back from North Maia, covered in wounds. No sooner had I returned to my home country than I was thrown out by the bodyguards my wife had arranged in advance. She said to me viciously, "Liam Sullivan, who gave you the nerve to compete with Harold for my favor?! Let me tell you, without Harold, you'd never have had the chance to become my husband."

Nikolai Edevane and I had grown up together in a psychiatric hospital. We were childhood sweethearts who had known each other since we were young. Everyone in our circle said the Edevane family had raised a pair of vicious monsters, and no one dared cross us. "Anthea, monsters that crawl out of Hell are meant to stick together. Neither of us will ever be allowed to leave the other." On Nikolai's birthday, I helped him complete the final piece of his business empire. What I received in return was news that our twin sons had died in a car accident. The chauffeur had been drunk and fled the scene. On the eve of the trial, Nikolai set off fireworks across the entire city to celebrate his "rec

For three years straight, my father had taken the whole family on a Christmas trip. This year, even my newly-engaged fiancé tagged along. Everyone except me. "Chloe, Legal's swamped at year-end. You'd better stay and work—keep an eye on the house for us while you're at it. We won't book a ticket or hotel for you." My father's excuse sounded perfectly reasonable. Beside him, my mother and sister were already chatting about the snow-capped Alps, not a flicker of doubt that anything was off. And my fiancé, Jack, was helping them load luggage, grinning as he said he'd be the perfect German translator for the trip. For three years, they'd always found a reason to leave me behind. And for three ye

“Melanie I don’t do love, I am not capable of loving anyone, I can’t love you back, so stop loving me, stop please” “I can’t stop, I have no control of how I feel towards you, I have no control, if I do I would have stopped loving you a long time ago, I would have stopped loving you when I was on my internship. I would have stopped loving you when I saw you making out with Amy, I wouldn’t have loved you again when I crashed into your car, but I can’t, I can’t stop loving you Carl, I just can’t” “What internship? Who is Amy? What are you talking about Melanie?”

I said, wiping the tears that escaped from my eyes. "Yes, I miss you every day, every day I think of you if you ate if you were okay and when you came back, my heart was pounding. I always say that I did the right thing to leave, that I don't love you anymore, but I still love you! Because I fool myself every day so here I am and like a fool who told you everything. "

I will always be there for you Andro Always .... You can forget me ..hate me... But I will never stop loving you I can never forget you Andro You taught my heart what love is and it will not stop loving you till it stops beating. ............. ....................................