Too Late Husband I Dont Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

’ Oh, for fuck’s sake. I folded my arms. ‘Rhys, the day you let my darling sister crawl into your lap at that bar was the day I stopped liking you. Yeah, I used to be an idiot. But I’m not anymore. So let me make this crystal clear.’ He blinked. I leaned forward. ‘I. Am. Married. I have a husband. A real one. Not a maybe-one-day-if-you-behave placeholder. You and I? We’re nothing. I don’t love you. I don’t even like you now. Got it? Is that enough closure for you?’

That night, I stood on the balcony and let the freezing wind whip through me until morning. It was then I finally understood— He didn’t love me anymore.

“But now I want more out of it.” His eyes stayed on me the entire time. “I want to be your husband for real,” he said softly. “I want to be the father of your child. I’ll try my best to be the best husband and father in the world. Just please Kassy give me a chance.” I slowly leaned back against my bed frame and sighed tiredly. “The problem is I don’t love you anymore Shawn.” The words came out quietly. But they were honest. “Don’t say that…” “But it’s the truth,” I replied immediately.

“I’m not going to do that, okay? They’re kids!” Lily jumps to her feet, her face twisted in disbelief. “Kids? Really? Did you moan or not? Did you cum or not?” I stay silent. But I remember—moaning, crying, whimpering, smiling. And cumming so many times I lost count. Until my pussy felt almost empty. “Your husband says it’s an open marriage… yet you’re still holding back? Don’t tell me you still love that asshole?” Silence. Of course, I don’t love him anymore.

“I love her…” Three words. It shattered me and I felt my grip loosen for a second. Thenㅡ “But I'm married” He forced the words and I felt anger ignite in me again. “I can't. It's too late for that. But I don't want to give her up. Not when I know thatㅡ”

His eyes examined me, daring me to say that again. Some things weren't meant to be. I'm beginning to think that he and I were never meant to be. We couldn't beat fate in a game it designed, but we tried for two years. I don't want to pursue him anymore. I'm going to hold onto the memories of the husband who loved me before himself. " I'm sorry for making trouble for you and my sister all these while. I have accepted that my husband is gone. You need not bother about me anymore."

"I don't know. Something that acknowledges an eight-year marriage just legally ended." Sybil looked up from her paperwork, studied him for a moment. "Would it help if I said I was sorry it came to this?" "Are you?" "No," she said, plainly, without cruelty in it, just fact. "I'm sorry it took this long. That's the closest honest thing I have to offer you today."

“I actually thought you would have taken him from me. After all, you're a fool who would do anything for love. But you couldn't make him love you even after three years. What a shame.” “I don't have the time for this, Ria. Are you happy that he's still in love with you? That's great. I wish you both happiness. Now let me go.” I said, trying to pull my hand out of her grip but she tightened her hand instead. “I would be happy if you weren't pregnant, bitch.” She spat and my eyes widened. “That's right. I took the results and hid them. How sad, you're actually dying soon and your husband doesn't even believe it. I mean, you've always been an attention seeker.” She continued, giggling in amusem

"I should leave you to settle in. I will send you letters. It's allowed." "It's archaic," I muttered. "I could do a little old-fashioned, and besides, how else would you hear that your ex-husband is crumbling?" He winked at me, and my cheeks flushed. He was like my personal ninja. "Thank you, Matteo," I said. He nodded. "Bye for now, sweetheart. Till we see each other again." We stared at each other for about five seconds, not saying anything, just staring into each other's eyes. Then he smiled another painful smile before walking out.

“I ignored her. I forgot her birthdays. I prioritized work. I let my mother treat her like garbage. I had an affair with my secretary.” Isabelle’s pen stopped. “You had an affair?” “Not emotionally. Just physically. A few times.” “Does your wife know?” “Ex wife. And yes. She knows.” Isabelle set her notebook down. “Okay. So you ignored your wife for nine years. You forgot her birthday. You let your mother abuse her. And you cheated on her. Do I have that right?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Yes.” “And now you’re surprised she left?” “No. I’m not surprised.”