The Love I Threw Away Novel Novels & Stories

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

He rubbed his brow with a hopeless look, "Chloe, even if you have to leave, wait until morning." My heart was gripped by a large hand gasping for air, I avoided his gaze and took a deep breath to ease the choking sensation. "I can't." I didn't want to stay in this place tainted with his scent for even a moment. I grabbed my suitcase and dug into the night. The late fall night was cold, and the chilly wind dug into my coat in a pervasive way. I couldn't help but think of Jacob's first love. Five years ago, a girl named Lily ran away from home in the middle of the night after a fight with her boyfriend.

Not a glance of love, I was nothing to him now. What was the point of staying here anyway? Maybe love wasn’t for me. Maybe it never had been. I exhaled shakily, wiping at my damp cheeks. I had shed enough tears for Damien, for the life I thought I could have. No more. I pulled out a small suitcase from the closet, my hands trembling as I packed what little I had left. Each item I folded felt like a piece of myself being tucked away, pieces of a past I no longer wished to carry. My eyes landed on my wedding ring for some moment before I took it off my bag and threw it to the floor.

That everything between us, every laugh, every kiss, every soft moment in the middle of the night, meant nothing. I had something real. And I threw it away. Like a fool. I walked over to the wedding photo she had ripped and thrown into the trash. Only half of her face was still visible in it. Still beautiful. Still mine, even though she no longer was. I crouched and picked it up, running my thumb over the torn edge. “I told myself never again,” I whispered to the quiet. “I told myself love wasn’t worth it.” And yet… I loved her.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

It was narrower and dull, the beautiful lady with a kind smile was nowhere and when asked about the booklet, she only found the ordinary ones, disappointed she left the shop with a sad face. On the day of the Christmas eve, on her way back home she slipped on a banana peel on the road and fell, "What the hell?" She shouted. Glaring at the peel she shouted, "who in the world throws that thing on the road? you have a bin for that!" She picked up the banana peel and threw it on the bin by the side of the road. There she found something unexpected, her booklet was thrown inside the bin, "How did you end up here?" she picked it up and cleaned it with her kerchief. After reaching home, she placed

I wanted to rip his head apart and throw his midget brain in the balcony. "It's your wedding day!" He perked with the tune from the animated film he claimed his dog loves so much. The one with the queen who left her people in a freezer. "The window's open, so is that—" He stopped when I threw a pillow at him. I told him to leave and specifically instructed to leave me in peace until 8. He complained, of course, but left anyway.

“Hugh, you really are pathetic! You think I don’t have it in me?” That gaze of his brought back every ounce of past hatred in an instant. My hand trembled slightly. In the end, I swung the butt of the gun and struck him across the face. “Killing you would only mess up the new life I’ve built for myself. “You’re not worth my hands getting dirty.” I stood up and walked away. Through the French window, I caught the reflection of Hugh’s motionless figure. He looked as if he had lost his soul. … That night, Bennet rushed over in a panic.

"But if you say no, I will lose this bed, I will lose the treatment that is keeping me alive right now. I am not asking you for me. I am asking you because I do not know what else to do." Claire turned away from him and walked to the window. Outside, the city looked exactly the same as it did an hour ago, cars moving, people walking, nothing had changed for anyone else in the whole world except for her. "Does he know anything about me?" she asked without turning around. "Does this man even know my name?" "He knows enough," Richard said quietly. "He agreed to the marriage already." "Of course he did," Claire said. "Men like that do not marry for love. They marry to fix a business problem, and