The Last Time I Loved Him Novel Novels & Stories

She said, "I know." "Ha!" the man exclaimed. He was curious. "Aren't you madly in love with him? You rejected me because of him and blocked my number. You even went as far as to set up a bet to force me out of Seaport. What happened? Did you get dumped?" Sadie replied honestly, "Yes, I did. I was too blind to tell the difference between a man and a bastard." The man was standing in front of French windows, looking out at the view from a random villa in Capitol City. He had a mysterious smile on his face.

Then, after a moment, he exploded. “Yes, I like Florence! “Why should you be the one to take her away? “I was the one who grew up with her. We were childhood sweethearts. You were the one who forced your way between us!” Heh. Watching idiots turn on each other never gets old. I turned to leave, but Timothy shoved me hard from behind. My foot slipped, and I lost control as I tumbled down the staircase. Noise crashed around me; chaos, gasps, and frantic cries.

I asked casually though I couldn't imagine my life without him. He turned me around and held me in his arms. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I chanted the words in my mind as he tilted my chin to face him. I closed my eyes when his lips met mine. "One last time, please..." My voice croaked. I was breaking down in his arms and I couldn't even care. I loved the man. I'd love him forever even if he'd stop loving me. I thought for sure that Perry was going to leave. But he didn't. He gently kissed me and kept on kissing until he said, "One last time."

He sighs. "Tonight is our last night here. We will be leaving early tomorrow morning. I have a meeting with Grant before noon," I nod slowly. "Do we have to go back?" He searches my eyes. "Yes, we do, sadly," I frown. He places his lips on mine softly before breaking out into a full-blown make-out session. He pulls back and I suck in some air. His hands on my waist tighten. I stare into his eyes. "I know you don't think it's been enough time, and you are probably right, but I love you," I say quietly. He searches my eyes, surprised. His grip on me loosens.

At first, she didn’t recognize him, but as he came closer, her breath caught. “Liam?” she asked, startled. Liam Hart, her first love, stood before her, his features aged but familiar. He offered a small, hesitant smile. “It’s been a long time, Emilia,” he said. “I wasn’t sure if I should come.” “What brings you here?” she asked cautiously. “I heard about the celebration and couldn’t help thinking about you,” Liam admitted. “I’ve spent years reflecting on the choices I made and the opportunities I lost. I wanted to see the life you’ve built.”

I froze, my entire body tensing up. However, Julian seemed oblivious as he rested his chin on my shoulder. "You need to know that I love you." "Let go!" I frowned, my voice tinged with impatience. Yet, Julian would not release me and continued explaining, "Are you still angry about yesterday? Don't be childish. "You're my wife now. You should be more understanding about Nadine and me not seeing each other for so long, especially since you were the one who messed up her new house first."

He was the one who cheated on me with her and even then he still came back home to try again but this time, it won't work because you're not the man he used to love anymore “You are still my wife, I loved you very much Odessa and I will always love you, even now, you mean a lot to me and I know we can make this work, please say something” I stared at him shocked by his last statement as he sounded like his old self again despite the tears

He stood by the car for a moment, looking at the building, then walked toward the door. He paused. "I did not know she was behind it. I did not know she had found someone. But I should have known. I should have known from the start." I kept drawing. He took a step closer, then stopped. "I saw the hospital records from the night you were admitted. I saw your calls, your messages. I just—" He looked at me like he was seeing something he thought he had lost a long time ago. "I am not asking you to forgive me," he said. "I just want you to know that I never stopped loving you. I just did not know how to love you the right way."

My death day had finally arrived. As a workaholic who never took a day off, even on a holiday like New Year’s, Daniel still left for the law firm early in the morning. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. “Wait for me tonight.” I smiled as I watched him go. I stood there until the black Bentley disappeared at the end of the road. I was the only one in the villa. I had sent the housekeeper away. I locked the door and drew all the curtains. I went to the bathroom and turned on the water.

Love and doubt and the terrifying possibility that this might be the last time I let him hold me like this before the final truths came out. “I loved you then,” I whispered against his chest. “Even when I accused you of cheating. Even when I signed those papers in anger. I loved you. And I think… I still do. But I need to know if that love can survive the truth. All of it. The London trips. The institution. Margaret’s obsession. The way you chose silence over honesty.”