Romans & histoires The Heart That Always Loves Her

She cuddles away from my body which means I can cuddle up into her wrapping my arm and leg over her frame. “I love you more now, forever and always.” I whisper into her hair. Now, forever and always. Through everything. Marriage. Kids. Careers. I want it all. Not just with anyone but with Emerson Tate Fitzgerald the only girl to ever make my heart beat twice as fast or skip a beat.

My heart stops beating for a second. I open my eyes. And suddenly the room feels different, not healed, not whole, but alive again. Maybe… just maybe… this isn’t the end. Not yet. Because she still loves me. Her heart still beats for me. Despite everything, despite the pain, the anger, there is love. And her confession… it isn’t just words. It’s a hope. A fragile promise that maybe I haven’t lost her forever. That our love might not be completely broken. Not as long as her heart still whispers my name.

Prologue "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." ― Anais Nin The deep voice of the stranger was the first and only thing that greeted her long before her eyelids, which had remained drooping for up to ten hours up until now, pushed open. "Is it possible that you finally woke up, Miss. Cuthbert?" His dark blue eyes, which were raging like a windy day's sky, met hers and her heart skipped a beat.

And, of course, she couldn’t keep quiet for long. “You really think you’ve won?” she said, her voice smug. “You know Richard only settled for you because he couldn’t find me. I’m the one he truly loves. I’m his First love. First kiss. First heartbreak. And now, I have his first child his first child.” I kept whisking. 'Just ignore her,' I told myself, maintaining my calm. “You’ll always be his second choice,” she went on. “No matter how hard you try to play perfect, you’ll never erase me. One fight… one bad day… and he’ll come right back to me. Because that’s where his heart is.”

She has sacrificed everything for this man only to get emptiness. She wanted to be loved. For once, she wanted his care for her. She wanted to hear those words which he expects hearing from her. Is it so hard to love her or to forget about his past?? Will she ever make her place in his cold heart?? Will she ever get the love which she desired from the man she love with all her being.?

He rarely smiled at others, but he was always gentle with me. No matter what I wanted to do or eat after marriage, he'd always been patiently and lovingly there with me. It'd been seven years, and leaving him felt like losing my life. But I knew that his kindness and affection were all a lie. He was the most devoted lover but never loved me, so I had to leave. … By the time I reached the foot of the hill, the sun was rising. I looked back at the peak and recalled that he'd promised me a grand surprise at sunrise.

She had sincerely and wholeheartedly devoted herself, and this was what she received in return? "Well, you could say it's because of love," Sarah replied, her laughter revealing a sense of audacity. "This foolish woman loves Aaron, and Aaron loves me. You might have heard it from others. I was born with a heart disease and was not expected to live. But here," she tapped the location of her heart, smiling openly, "this woman's heart is now beating inside me. By now, you should understand. Aaron did marry her, but it was for her perfect heart. Isn't she a fool?"

In the stillness of night, she waits, Her heart heavy with longing and ache, Her love lies in slumber, in death's embrace, But hope flickers, refusing to break. With each passing hour, she holds his hand, Whispering words of love, soft and grand, Her tears fall like petals, delicate and true, As she prays for his awakening, for love renewed . In this realm of love, she patiently resides, With unwavering faith, her heart abides,

Her face bloomed up when she heard his rhythmic yet strong heart beat; her whole world felt dovish whenever she heard this melody. She looked up at him and confessed, "Sheng, you know, your heartbeat is my favourite kind of sound." Her smile was like sunglight blazing over the mountains, a passionate warmth amidst the horizon. He replied, "It's mine favourite too because it enounces your name." The girl was surprised, "For real?"

She always wants to be in his shadow. She always wants to hear his heartbeat. She always wants to be close to him like this. She always wants him to love and cherish her like this. She wants him. That's it. She will not allow him to leave her. She will not give up her place for anyone. She will always be his wife. She will not allow anyone to replace her place in his life.