The Love I Threw Away Novel Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the present. "You know, there's a cute guy over by the bar who keeps looking at you," her friend said, nudging her playfully. Lily couldn't help but laugh. Maybe it was time to start moving on. As the night came to an end, Lily found herself feeling a sense of closure. She had finally accepted that James would never be hers, but she was okay with that. She had her own life to live, and maybe someday she would find someone who loved her just as much as she loved them.

“As much as I hate him for hurting you, I think…I think he’s in love with you.” “He said that.” “He did?” she asked, surprised. “Yes, but I don’t believe it.” “Why not?” “Why would he throw me away if he loved me? I’ve been thrown away and thrown around and none of those people loved me,” I said, my eyes trained on the ceiling. Her fingers were shaking as they glided across my arm. “People sometimes do it when they love someone.”

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.

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

His hazel eyes burned with untameable fury as he stomped to the kitchen. He tossed the now blood-stained white shards into the trash repressing the urge to break something. Preferably, his wife's neck. The harsh treatment she dished out the staff made him hate her that little bit more. He understood that maids anguish a great deal. He worked like a dog, scrubbed every floor, fixed every broken piece of furniture that got destroyed whenever his 'precious' Serenity decided to blow a gasket and take her fury out on either himself, the staff, or the furniture. In the past, he had tried to get her therapy, had tested out different relaxation techniques, and such but she would always quit after, a

The tension in his jaw softened the moment his eyes met mine, but mine didn’t linger. “Have a drink with me, please,” He asked softly, he wants to talk, but I’m not ready. “I should have a drink with a cheater,” Okay, I’m being unnecessary, but I don’t care. He winced, “That’s not fair,” “Neither is falling in love with someone who belongs to another,” I blurted SHIT! I did not just say that. I love him. I actually love him. I turned to walk away “I ended it,” hr said making me pause, “I called off the engagement, it was never real, it was just business, a deal to keep the family peaceful,” I just stared at him saying nothing.

Margaret’s hands trembled as she read: I love him. I always have. I waited for him to finally love me back, but I can’t keep loving in silence. I can’t keep choosing a home that refuses to see us as we are. So I’m not hiding anymore. I choose love. Even if it means leaving everything behind. Margaret closed her eyes, swallowing hard. She turned the page. Blank. A future unwritten. At the nightstand, she found the phone, only that was there. Margaret crossed to the window. The yard lay still. The porch empty. The spot was very clear.

I am purging the room of the evidence of his love. Because I can't bear to look at it. I can't bear to smell it. I throw the last basket. It lands in a bush, spilling white petals like snow. I stand on the balcony, chest heaving. The room is empty. The flowers are gone. But the smell lingers. And the guilt remains. I look down at my hands. They are shaking. I rejected his gift. I threw his heart off a cliff. It is cruel. It is necessary.

Next, it was the gifts she gave him: a necklace, a watch, then a coat… Every item carried her joy, her hope, her anticipation. Finally, the photos she had secretly taken of him, including Jason giving a speech on stage or playing basketball. Every photo had once brought her immense joy and hope. She threw everything into the trash bin as if bidding goodbye to her past self. By the third evening, Ivy finally cleared the final item. She stood in the middle of the living room, looking around at the empty place. She felt some relief unexpectedly. At that moment, Jason entered. He looked around at the empty place and furrowed his brows. "What did you throw away?"

Shaking so hard he thought he might fall apart. He finally understood everything now. Understood why those eyes that once held starlit seas now looked at him with only coldness. Understood why no matter how much he repented and pleaded, he could never earn another loving glance back. It wasn't because of hate, though he deserved hatred. It was because of something worse. What I had once given him was such pure, turbulent, faithful-unto-death love. The kind of love people search their whole lives for. And he had thrown it away with his own hands like discarding trash.