The Last Time I Loved Him Novel Novels & Stories

He gave me a desperate look. I cupped his cheeks and gazed back at him. “That can never happen. You can’t un-love someone you’ve loved for years. You’re my first, my last, and my only love, Damien. How can I not love you? Nothing in the world can make me stop loving you. When will you realize that?” Tears pooled in my eyes as I gazed back at him.

He noticed his phone was on DoNotDisturb icon and switched it off from there to notice numerous missed calls and messages he had received. He read through most of them with sweaty hands and an upbeat heartbeat. They all said the same thing. Maya had sold his properties. Maya has sold his cars. Maya had sold lands he owned. Maya had sold his houses. He had loved her too much and included her name in all his properties ownership. He had trusted her so much. Her, the wrong person. Love was his sin.

The woman before him looked so pitiful, so fragile, that even a harsh word might break her. "No matter how much you like it, you have to stay by my side. Seeing you love but unable to have, do you know how happy that makes me?" He stood up, casually shoving his hands into his pockets. His tall, lean figure stood straight, exuding a wild arrogance that screamed, "Torturing you is my pleasure." "Scarlett, you want to run away with your lover? That's never going to happen in this lifetime." Scarlett looked at him, "What good does it do you to keep me around?"

She held his hand to her neck. Moments after, they both landed in the promised land with happy moans from either side, as he shivered while Theola prayed it was an everlasting moment. They both crashed into bed to rest. Rolf held her from behind and kissed her cheek, "I love you". "I love you too", she replied. They both slept soundly till it was daybreak. In the morning, Rolf stood up, stretched his body, and walked to the window side to have a look at the beautiful horizon in their secret place. Theola observed Rolf's perfect body. He could not have enough of him.

"Juliana, I know it's too late to say any of this. But I still need you to know. I love you." I listened quietly and felt nothing. The love he thought he had discovered had come too late. Worse, it felt cheap. "It's too late," I said, meeting his gaze. "I'm married. I have a child. Whatever you're saying now means nothing to me." The blood drained from his face. He took a step toward me, as if he wanted to grasp something before it slipped away, but he did not dare touch me. "If I had understood my own heart five years ago..." His voice cracked. "Would the one who married you have been me?"

He needed to be stopped! And now, I was meeting Lucas again. I promised him it would be the last time. I was about to leave for New York, ready to stop chasing someone who couldn't love me anymore. Those years weren't wasted, right? Lucas had loved me deeply during that time. I would cherish those memories until my last breath. We were at a café, and Lucas looked exhausted, tired, and sleep-deprived. He truly loved Zara, more than he ever loved me. And maybe my decision would change their fate once again.

He pushed himself harder, scrambling up slippery slopes, wading through swollen streams, his muscles screaming in protest, fueled only by adrenaline and a desperate, clawing love he could no longer deny. He remembered the way her eyes lit up when she solved a complex equation, a fierce intelligence shining through the vulnerability. The way she’d bite her lip when concentrating on one of her library books. The heartbreaking tremor in her voice when she’d whispered *I love you* against his door. He’d called it a mistake. He’d shut her out. He’d let Loveth’s narrative poison the air around her. He’d been so focused on duty, on the pack’s expectations, on the treacherous political ground they w

I used to tease her about it. "I love you," Julian said. "Get some rest, okay?" The silhouettes merged again. He was touching her, while telling me he loved me. "I love you too." The words were automatic. I'd said them thousands of times over seven years. But that was the last time. I knew it with the same certainty I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. That was the last time I'd tell Julian Hart I loved him. The call ended and I watched him toss his phone. I could see the motion even from there, the careless way he discarded it. Probably onto Serena's couch. Our couch was cream-colored, I wondered what hers looked like.

He was so excited that he did not sleep all night. When the 28th lash fell, I remembered Vincent kneeling on the ground in tears after he made his mistake, confessing that he had slept with another woman. I had been miserable all night. The next day, I chose divorce. But then he jumped from that building, and I softened and forgave him. When the final lash fell, Vincent had brought the child he had with another woman into our home. He did not even believe me and had me punished. Thirty lashes completely extinguished all the love I had for him. From this point on, Vincent and I had nothing between us.

But those words and actions of his haunted me in the midnight hours, causing me to toss and turn in self-inflicted agony. Now, I finally see things clearly. Whether it's me or Jemma, he probably never truly loved either of us. His true love is only for himself and that never-ending craving for something new. I took out the divorce papers and gave Zac a little smile. "Let's get a divorce, Zac." His eyes stayed fixed on those divorce papers as I handed him the pen. "Sign it." His hand shook when he took the pen, and his voice sounded rough, "Samantha, you're being really cruel."