Romans & histoires The Wife He Never Loved

"I don't know what you are implying but, this came as a shock to me as it did to you I'm sure.So I don't understand your question." "I may not know what you are upto but, I need you to understand something. I don't love you and I will never love you. I don't know what our families are planning and what they plan to achieve by marrying two people who don't love each other. One thing I will tell you is that it will never work." °end of flashback° I stood in front of my husband to be, I noticed that he kept stealing glances at one petite beautiful woman. He had a look of sadness in his eyes. Never in my life did I imagine that I would be marrying someone who never loved me.

He never said those three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to noah not after in the years that had passed or when we slept together . He held himself back through the entire duration of our marriage . We were married but he refused to let go of his ex The love of his life.The woman he has refused to let go for ten long years. Tears fill my eyes but I quickly rub it away.I was tired of crying Tired of chasing after a man that didn't want me. Has anyone ever told you it's rude listen to other people's conversations?

“You never gave me you.” Silence. A thick, suffocating silence. Adrian’s grip tightened on the edge of his desk, but his face remained impassive. The billionaire who never lost. The man who controlled everything. Yet he was letting his wife walk out the door without so much as a fight. A fresh wave of pain crashed over her. God, she had been such a fool. She exhaled shakily. “I needed a husband, Adrian. I needed love. I needed you to let me in. But you never did.”

"In this very house, that Drisha Volkov and my wife met. Over and over again." The words hung in the air like gunfire. I blinked. Confused. Then stunned. Then cold all over. "Your wife?" I whispered. He nodded, not looking at me. "Denitsa Natov. The only woman I ever truly loved. Brilliant. Kind. Loyal—or so I believed." His mouth curled again, and this time, there was no mistaking the bitterness. "But I was wrong. Because while I built her a kingdom, she snuck away to meet a man who wore her name like a joke."

When he pulled away, his voice dropped low, meant only for her. “Don’t misunderstand this,” he said quietly. “You have my name—but nothing else.” Amara’s chest tightened. Before she could respond, applause erupted around them. Cameras flashed. Smiles were expected. Lucas turned away from her without another word. And as Amara stood alone at the altar—now a wife—she realized something terrifying. She hadn’t just married a stranger. She had married a man who already hated her.

There's always another chapter, another page, and another book for you to keep starting over again. Even if you already lose yourself in the process, life will always give you a reason to exist. I felt my tears soaked my cheeks as I watched the news about him. The man who would gently touch my face as if touching me would fix every shattered part of him. The man who said he would never love anyone but me. “My wife is the woman I vowed to—I will never love anyone but her.” he said as he place a soft kiss on her forehead “No one can ever make me stop loving her.”

I was glad I sold the watch his mistress gave him. “I… I’m sure Rarith can get you another!” I tried. “Rarith?” He laughed scornfully, running his fingers through his hair, nervous. “I didn’t get the watch from Rarith, Olívia. The woman who gave me that watch was the only woman I ever loved. And no… she’ll never give me another.” Of everything he said, I only heard one phrase: *“the only woman I ever loved.”* So Rarith wasn’t the only one? My husband had another mistress? Or did the only woman he loved not want him and left? Was she married? Or in love with someone else? Who in their right mind would choose someone else when Gabe Clifford was an option?

The man who could show warmth and desire to a stranger yet only coldness to his wife. There was no escape from the truth. I was married to a man who would never love me. Who would never even try to love me. And I was flying toward a beautiful prison where I would spend the next weeks pretending that everything was fine.

“Because the Conclave will not countenance it. Because I have a realm to keep from tearing itself into a feast for our enemies. Because.” “Because you obviously never loved your wife,” I spat, the worst thing I could have said, the truest and the least fair. The tears broke their banks. “You loved the crown she held steady. You loved the convenience. You loved.” Rowan’s restraint blew apart like rotten sail. “I lost the love of my life,” he roared, so raw the plaster listened. The portrait over the mantel stopped being a painting and became a hunger. “I held a blue dress, and put that in the ground, and empty coffin while the city watched me forget how to breathe. I never got to see her. Do

“I’ve never been in love before.” I looked at him carefully. “You’ve… never?” He didn't look like it. I painted him the man who had a flock of women around him he could have picked anyone he wanted at any time. “I’ve dated.” He shrugged. “I’ve slept with women.” There wasn’t an ounce of shame in his voice, and I didn't want to hear how many he had been with or how much he did with them. “But love?” He shook his head. “No, never. ” He finally looked at me. “It never felt like this.”