The Love I Threw Away Novel Novels & Stories

“I don’t have that much Steven I swear. I… Steven shoots at the vase on the table close to Katherine's window. “I’m not joking, even if it’s all you got. You break me, Katherine. I was stupid for loving you and dumping Hazel. I know the moment I let her walk out of that room but what I didn’t know was I changed my destiny by letting you get to me. This is my compensation. Do it now!” He raised his voice and cracked his gun again. “We loved each other, life ha… “Now! Transfer the money now and spare me those words.” He said for Katherine to shake while carrying her phone. She opens her bank app and transfers a million dollars to Steven's account. That was heartbreaking to her because she was

She looked toward the living room, the familiar clutter suddenly suffused with golden light, everything ordinary made strange and precious by those three words. Books were piled beside the couch, spines creased and pages nestled with torn sticky notes. A mug sat on the coffee table, the string of a tea bag dried and curled like a tiny flag against its chipped side. Her application notes still occupied one corner of the dining table, pages fanned out in nervous stacks—she had been too superstitious to put them away, as if hiding them would tempt fate to change its mind. She swallowed hard, the motion tightening her throat, a taste of salt and relief lingering on her tongue.

I came home from a business trip. My daughter Anna threw herself into my arms and held up a hand-strung necklace she had clearly worked hard on. "Mommy, this is the birthday present I made for Mommy Lena. She's going to love it, right?" My heart dropped. Lena was my husband Preston's secretary. My daughter remembered her birthday. She had forgotten that today was mine. It wasn't the first time. She was always attached to Lena, hanging off her arm and asking, "Mommy Lena, when are you and Daddy taking me back to the amusement park?" Even when she ran a fever, the name she called out over and over was Mommy Lena. I corrected her, disappointed. "Anna, I'm your mommy, not Lena." But Anna pushed

“Of what?” “That you’ll disappear again. That one day I’ll wake up and find you gone. Not taken this time. Not stolen. Just gone.” She crossed the room and touched his hand. “I’m here.” “For now,” he murmured. She looked into his eyes, so full of love, but shadowed with pain. “Damien, I didn’t throw it away because I don’t care about the world. I threw it away because I care about it too much.” “I know,” he said softly. “And that’s what scares me. You’re always willing to burn yourself to light the way.”

" I felt nauseous all of a sudden, so I began dry-heaving uncontrollably. Yet, I couldn't purge anything out of my system. Adrian wanted to pat me on the back in order to comfort me, but he could only watch his hand phase through my body. He murmured, "Ophelia, Dominic's not worth your love." Yeah. He wasn't worth my love at all. But I still stubbornly dove into the abyss and let myself sink into unimaginable depths. After witnessing Isabelle's ending, I felt extremely light all of a sudden. Once we exited the court, Adrian stared at me unblinkingly out of nowhere. A mixture of pain and acceptance could be seen in his eyes. His eyes reddened as well, and he sounded like he was about to cry.

"I can't accept you either. Unless you're talking about divorce, stop wasting my time." "That's it, Willow! You've been after me for four years, hoping I'd marry you. You think I can't survive without you? Fine. Since you want a divorce so badly, we'll divorce right after Christmas!" "Great." The day we were set to go to the courthouse happened to be the same day I was leaving. Luckily, my train wasn't until the afternoon, so there was just enough time to finalize the divorce and still make my departure. Christmas Eve was lively in its own way. I warmed up a frozen pizza and sat by the window, watching the fireworks light up the night sky.

Why did I throw all away Was it because of Linda? Because she was my first love? Because we had a history together that made me feel a sense of obligation, of duty? Or was it something deeper than that,something more insidious? Was it that I didn’t deserve Freya? Was I unworthy of the woman who had given me everything?

he added quietly, “it won’t disappear just because you refuse to cross it.” “I know,” she whispered. The door closed behind him with a soft click. Alyssa stood alone in the quiet, heart racing, lips still burning with a kiss that never happened. She knelt slowly, picking up the shards of glass with trembling fingers. Because she understood the truth now—more clearly than ever. Some loves didn’t save you. They destroyed you beautifully.

Who wouldn't be if they could finally live a normal life with the person they married? I don't even ask him to love me. I won't. Because in the end, he'd only be the one to suffer because I'd have to leave him behind. That is if I even make it to twenty years. Truth is, now, I only have one year left. Still, I'm happy. So happy that I've had the chance to love someone. For so long, the only person I ever cared about was myself. Now, I have Jared. And even though he doesn't see me, not the way I wish he would, I feel more alive loving him than I ever did surviving alone.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR