Too Late Husband I Dont Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

I remember the days we spent, not as Alpha and Luna, but as Coren and Destiny, fated mates and starcrossed lovers, who were perfect for each other until life brought the titles and responsibilities. I heard from some women how their marriages died after they had kids and spent years in marriage... But I never really did think that was what happened to me and Coren. I can see now that is what happened. Seren is quiet for a moment, and I expect to hear accusations, to hear her read me like an open book, but her words are quiet in a way that i can't ignore. "I loved mine too." There's no softness in Seren's voice. There's just that quiet truth, and this time I press my hand into the earth harde

"Juliana, I know it's too late to say any of this. But I still need you to know. I love you." I listened quietly and felt nothing. The love he thought he had discovered had come too late. Worse, it felt cheap. "It's too late," I said, meeting his gaze. "I'm married. I have a child. Whatever you're saying now means nothing to me." The blood drained from his face. He took a step toward me, as if he wanted to grasp something before it slipped away, but he did not dare touch me. "If I had understood my own heart five years ago..." His voice cracked. "Would the one who married you have been me?"

A message arrived seconds later. I just saw your calls. Natasha wasn’t feeling well tonight. What happened? The message he sent made no sense to me; My son was dead under a white sheet ten feet away from me, and my husband had sent me a message about another woman's comfort. My fingers moved mechanically across the screen. His call came in again and this time I picked it. I answered. Neither of us spoke first. I could hear him breathing from the other end of the call "Tina." His voice came out finally. "I'm so sorry."

“‘Is your husband still at work?’” Theo’s eyes closed. “The reply came almost immediately.” “‘No.’” “‘Come over.’” He let out a slow breath. “I kept scrolling.” “There were hundreds.” “Pictures.” “Voice notes.” “Plans.” “They laughed about how easily they fooled me.” He gave a hollow laugh. “I spent fifteen years believing I knew my wife.” He looked at me. “It took me less than three minutes to realize I didn’t know her at all.” I felt my own chest tighten.

“I only told her to keep the bad things where they needed to be. I love you Sloane and you're my wife. Everything else be damned.” I laugh at that confession. The sound so cold even to my own ears, “Well, that's too bad because I don't love you anymore. I want a divorce.”

"Laughed up. You only remember that I am sick after discovering that you are dishonest.” I walked towards the door, but his hand was faster. He snatched my wrist and made me turn. We came across two individuals who I had believed were in love, but now seem to be only ruining each other. “I’m still your husband,” he said softly. My expression was a faint, distended smile. "No. You're Ophelia's husband." Julian's silence was unexpected and unprecedented for me. No denial. No excuses. He stared at my face, his eyes darkened with a sudden urge to forget something precious had disappeared forever.

That I would get pregnant and have a child this time. I wait... Begging the universe for him to deny it, to lie to me and try to convince me there's some reason this isn't what it is. To this day, the one thing I'm ashamed to admit to myself is that I still care about Coren, no matter how much I hate him. My body is numb, my pulse is racing. The office is deathly silent. He says nothing. In that moment, I understand. He did it. My husband, my mate, betrayed me years ago by sleeping with another woman, and now again, stabbed me in the back.

“I can fix everything. I’ll explain it all to her, and she’ll understand… she has to understand.” Adrian’s gaze remained fixed on him, unmoving. “We’re not wasting any more time,” Liam went on. "We're going to get married immediately. No delays, no more complications. I’ve already lost too much time.” Adrian remained quiet throughout the whole time as Liam rambled endlessly, he knew Liam was about to receive the worst news of his life in a few seconds. “You should have told her.” he finally spoke after a long while. Liam stopped mid-thought. "What?”

She set the spoon down on the arm of the sofa and turned her whole body toward me. Her grey eyes were serious, and the playfulness was gone from them. "Look at me." I looked. "I love you. You know I do. So I am going to say this one time, and I want you to listen." She took a breath. "He is married. And a married man has only one ending for a girl like you. He takes the soft parts of you, the kind parts, the parts that never say no, and then he goes home to his wife. And you are the one left standing in the cold, holding what is left."

I died entirely alone in the cold, damp shadows of a psychiatric ward. At that exact moment, my parents were standing in a grand, sunlit gallery, hosting a massive art exhibition for my younger brother, Jordan West. My girlfriend, Ella Dawson, stood beside him, applauding and celebrating his success. That honor was supposed to be mine. Every single canvas hanging in that gallery was painted with my sweat, tears, and soul. Now, every bit of it belonged to my brother. I spent my whole life competing with him, only to end up with nothing at all. When I opened my eyes again, I decided I was done fighting. This time, I only wanted to live my own life. This time, I was going to love myself