The Day I Stopped Loving You Novels & Stories

"Sir, we can still argue the instability of the..." "Drop it." Daniel's voice was flat. The fight had drained out of him, leaving a hollow shell. He loved Maya. The love was a stubborn, desperate thing, a fire that refused to die, but it was real. And real love meant knowing when you were beaten. Taking Chloe to force Maya's hand would only destroy the woman he loved. It would turn her into a ghost in his house, just as she had been a ghost in his apartment years ago. He did not want a ghost. He wanted the fire. And the fire was gone, contained in a loft with a man who knew how to stoke it.

Mason shook her off without mercy, looking at her with undisguised disgust. “Who said I like you? From the beginning to the end, the only person I’ve ever loved is Evelyn.” His merciless words stabbed straight into Anna’s heart. She stared at him in disbelief. The warmth that once made her feel sweet was gone from his eyes. What remained was the same disgust she had been so familiar with back in high school. Her voice turned hoarse as she demanded again and again, unwilling to accept it. “You don’t like me? How is that possible? If you don’t like me, why did you kiss me? Why did you leave Evelyn on your anniversary and take me to the clinic? Why did you push her to the ground for my sake?”

“When I had a fever, when I got carsick—you carried me to the hospital!” “You waited with me for injections!” “You carried me all the way home afterward!” “You said even if the road was long, you didn’t feel tired.” Her voice broke. “When I was five, I knocked over a kettle of boiling water.” “You turned your back to protect me.” “You got a huge blister because of it.” Tears streamed down her face as she tried to drag those memories back into my arms. “You loved me so much,” she sobbed. “How could you not want me anymore?”

I calmly walked over to her with both hands in my pockets. "Lola Lawon, I'm going to say this one last time: I had tried so hard to win your heart for ten years. I gave you my heart, only for you to step over me like a doormat as you wished. How do you think I'd feel? I was sick of it. I really don't love you anymore.

"Layla. I was wrong." I said nothing. "That day... I shouldn't have done any of it. I shouldn't have treated you like that. I shouldn't have ripped off your necklace. I shouldn't have posted that thread. I..." He dropped his head, throat bobbing. "I haven't stopped thinking about you. Every single day." I looked down at him, my face still as still water. "Layla." He crawled forward a step, his knees scraping against the gravel. "Come back to me. Please. I'll change everything. I'll stop seeing Mia. I won't ever let anyone hurt you again. Just give me one chance. One chance."

I didn't let him finish. I walked into that room, sat beside Maria's bed, and whispered into her ear: "Sister." Maria didn't wake up. But a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. I stayed by her side for days after that. I told her everything—my life, my struggles, and how much Joseph loved her. I told her she had nothing to be sorry for. And finally—on a sun-drenched afternoon—her eyes fluttered open. I gasped, tears spilling down my face. "Sister. You're awake."

I nodded to him. Lucia woke in my sister's arms and closed her hand around my finger. I bent to kiss her forehead, then boarded the ship. Luca once asked me which day I had stopped loving him. I thought about it for a long time. It must have been the night I returned. I held the key to Room 217, but instead of walking toward the room Father had prepared for me, I turned to find my sister. The Serafina sailed out of the harbor. I stood on deck, watching Palermo recede into the rain.

At a party the night before Aiden and I are supposed to officially get engaged, someone starts a round of "Never Have I Ever." One of my fiancé's friends raises his glass. "Never have I ever gotten my fiancée's best friend pregnant before getting engaged." The room goes dead silent for a second. Then everyone bursts out laughing. I pretend I don't hear a thing and keep feeding my fiancé, Aiden Bassett, pieces of fruit like he's the only person in the room. Aiden takes a slow sip of his drink, then looks over at my best friend, Sharon Moore, his expression soft. "Sharon's always wanted a baby, but she never wants to get married. I just helped her out." Sharon looks away shyly. "Okay, eno

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

After three days of the silent treatment, my fiancé, Matteo Vitale, decided I had finally learned my place. I no longer asked where he was or called to make sure he was safe. He kissed my forehead, pleased. "Now you're finally acting like the future Donna of this family." Later, he boasted to his friends. "You can't let a woman get too clingy. Ignore her for a while, and she'll learn to be independent." I said nothing. I booked a flight to New York for three days later. A year earlier, his convoy had been ambushed. He disappeared for thirteen hours and came home bleeding. Afterward, he promised to call whenever he was safe. But in less than six months, he grew tired of the promise he had mad