Too Late Husband I Dont Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

“There never was.” I shook my head, refusing to accept it. “That’s not true.” My throat tightened as I fought the rising panic. “You love me. You told me you loved me. You stayed with me. We went through everything together. You married me, and it’s written all over your words and actions that you love me.” Dennis let out a humorless chuckle. “You really believe that?” He turned to face me fully, his expression unreadable. “I never married you because of love. You were convenient, Sonia. That’s all.”

After that,he slung me a look of disgust. I rolled my eyes."I am not your wife anymore so you and your company can go to hell." His jaw dropped."You…"And then he glared at me."You never show me how mouth of badmouthed you were when we were married.You words are so infuriating." Suddenly,Zayn's voice sounded from behind them. "Look at Tristan and his wife.Even after three years of marriage,they seemed to be so much in love,you guys are going to torture us singles to death."

"But I lost my feelings towards you before we got married, my age held me back to call it quits with you. I was 26 when we got married. Almost thirty. I wanted to have children. I wanted to be married, like you should be." "And you thought I would endure your cheating, let you convince me to get pregnant and start a broken family?" Noah looked up to me, holding my ring loosely. "You make it sound ridiculous." "Because it is." "Sara ..." "No. I'm so sorry, but we are done. Forever. I don't love you either and I don't want to waste my time on this endless divorce. I'm sure one of your girls would like to date you." My husband looked at the ceiling and stayed quiet for a very, very long time. T

“If you have something to say, just say it, Damien.” He exhaled sharply and turned to face me, his eyes cold. “I can’t do this anymore.” “Do what?” I was curious to know. “Be your husband. That’s exactly the problem. I’m tired of pretending to love you. I’m tired of pretending that this marriage is something it’s not. I can’t cope with you anymore.”

“Who are you putting on this deep-love act for? Weren’t you the one who cheated first? Weren’t you the one who pushed her to me at the wedding? I should be thanking you for giving me such a beautiful wife.” Quentin’s fists tightened, veins bulging on his neck, his furious glare locked onto Ryan. The tension was razor-sharp as if they would start fighting at any moment. I stepped forward. “Quentin, I’ve made it clear to you long ago—we are over. The moment you showed up at our wedding with Olivia, the moment Ryan appeared, I had already decided to break up with you. “I am not your possession. I am not some pet you can throw away and expect to come running back. I don’t love you anymore. You a

I clung to our bedsheet. “Ahhh~ F-faster!” I shouted at him. Soon we reach the climax. He got tired immediately and lay down next to me. I gasped and closed my eyes. “I love you E-. "He didn't finish what he was going to say and he coughed. "I love you, Dahlia," he said to me. I smiled mischievously. It was so painful, Travis. My heart seemed to break because I was not the girl he would have mentioned. Tears fell on my cheeks and I turned my back on him. He hugged me from behind. Later I felt his deep breath which meant he was asleep and I was free to cry as long as I wanted without him seeing and hearing. This time it hit my mind that my husband really has someone else and that he doesn't l

"Please, let's stop going back to the past and leave things the way they have been." "Charmaine, those things happened in the past. Don't let us judge the present with it. It's not too late and we can start all over again," he begged and added. "You married your late husband not because you loved him, but because you had no option. Now is the time to make things right. You can still be happy at this age." She nodded. “You’re right. My husband loved me, but I didn't love my husband. But the least I can do to appreciate his love is to continue rejecting you."

I gave him back his flowers He frown "you don't seem to understand , I know dating you is bad because you're married but I love you and I don't give a f**k about anything else or anyone , I've never felt this way about anyone" "Well I don't love you" I said "Neither do you love your husband!" He stated I scoff "he's already my husband so whether I love him or not doesn't matter" He held me by my hand"I can't let you go "

To spice up our marriage. Sure, I came up with the idea. He was acting distant and we barely made love anymore. He must’ve been with Josie already. But he agreed and seemed excited to try something new. It was a mutual decision. Now, hearing him twist that night into something so horrible, my heart ached. That was the last time we made love - three months ago. I had only been pregnant for 6 weeks.

He said, sighing. “No, I want to hear you say it.” She pushed. Damon sighed, he couldn’t sugarcoat it for her anymore. It was time they stopped dancing around it. “I don’t love you. I mean, I used to and you know that. But that was when we were young. That was before you broke up with me and moved away from the country to pursue your dreams. I do not hate or blame you for that, but you took that love away with you.” “And then you came back a different person, and didn’t bring the love back. Sure, I was still attracted to you as well. But let’s not pretend it’s more than that. You have always known deep down that the love was gone.”