The Last Time I Loved Him Novel Novels & Stories

As the anger and frustration washed away, he realized what was bothering him the most, rather than all these. Damini was a married woman, that too with a kid. He bent his head down on the steering wheel and closed his eyes briefly, mourning for his lost...love?? He didn't know if it was possible to love someone at first sight, but he never felt anything like this ever in his life. And his love story was already finished. Perhaps it was the shortest ever. His eyes welled for some reason. We wiped them off slowly and proceeded to Lucknow, to fulfill his obligations as a married man.

Since they left me trembling and weak, begging for more even when I swore I wouldn’t? A bitter little smile curled at my mouth. Stupid, stupid me. I’d already decided to leave him. Months of clawing my way out of this sick fantasy that love was enough. Months of choking on the truth until I finally spat it out: I could live without him. I could stand without him. And yeah, walking away would bleed me dry, because I still loved him, fuck, I loved him, but love had never been enough to stop the wounds from festering. But last night… Last night he’d been different. Touching me like I was still his, holding me like a man staring down the barrel of losing everything.

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?"

Her question triggered the worst out of him and the irony was that it was not because of her pain but because she dared to mention her in her anger. “Before you, the only girl I had ever loved, desired and touched was my Noelle and after losing her, I never even thought about getting closer to anyone…even in my dreams, so do you think I touched you last night just because I wanted to forget about her?” he roared, making Nina flinch. Gripping her jaw more aggressively, he forced her head upward to look at him. “You are thinking that I used you last night but did I ever say to you that I love you before touching you?” This time he questioned her.

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