Novel & Cerita The Truth About Love Book

“Oh my god dear. Look at you looking so pretty. I do not want to go but I have to my dear- he said getting emotional. Seeing him my tears are on verge. I know it all fake just to show the world. I just looked at him emotionless. he hugged me and whispered in my ears ,”everything will be ok , if you don’t trust my word trust your love “ he whispered making me confused and frown ,why is he telling me all this and now . a tear rolled down my eyes. If he would have said this three days before I would have believed him but now all my hope is cursed, how to trust my love when he has nothing for me except hate . “Oh no no no don’t cry. Your makeup will get ruined”- he said

Lessons like knowing how to be less generous with trust until proven beyond a reasonable doubt. Lessons like love are alive; they can be borne, they can grow, and they can also die. But what makes true love remarkable is that it endures even the worst attacks. However, a little breeze of adversity can make fake love die. True love is not just blind; it is as strong as death, if not stronger. I also learned at my workplace to let the truth speak for itself; a clear conscience fears no accusations. These and many more were the lessons I have learned, and one day, I hope I will compile them and write a book on everything. These are values I would never take for granted until my dying day.

"Yes?" "I love you." He glanced at her. "I know." "Do you love me?" He took her hand. "More than anything." "More than the truth?" He was quiet. "The truth doesn't love me back." She squeezed his fingers. "Neither do I." He almost smiled. "Same." --- End of Chapter Eighty-Seven.

Eryn cleared his throat before answering. "Truth." He was playing it safe like me. Although I feel like the dares seemed easier than the truth. "Why do you detest Charles so much?" "He broke my sister's heart. He took her virtue and her light, leaving her to be alone for the rest of her life."

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Mr. Decha Tongchai has two children, whom he adores so much. His children were the only treasure left by his wife who passed away due to illness. One has been following his steps in the business world and already have a family while the other one was a rebel who cut ties with them to follow his heart and passion through music like his late mother, where he met his wife and have a family.

But I'm breaking into pieces and it felt so familiar. This scene is just like when my mother died. I'm seeing myself to him. My poor husband. I'm sorry for leaving you alone but I left you a great gift. They will surely love you as they long for a parent's love. Give them all the love they deserve. Through them, you will be filled with love including mine. "You will always be in here." I pointed where my heart is located. My eyes are getting heavy. I'm really sleepy. "In our next life.... Let's have a.... Diffe...rent plot of love story. L-let's find each other." He caress my cheeks and kissed my lips.

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”