Too Late Husband I Dont Love You Anymore Novels & Stories

“You had five years.” The words came out quietly. Much quieter than I expected. Isaac froze. I continued anyway. “You had five years to love me.” Silence. “You had five years to choose me.” His face tightened. “You had five years to protect our marriage.” My throat burned. But I didn’t stop. “Declan didn’t destroy us.” For the first time, genuine pain crossed Isaac’s face. Good. Maybe he deserved some. “You destroyed us long before he ever entered my life.”

my voice was almost fading out,”she went ahead to mention how she knows something i don't know about my marriage and why Ethan married me”. “Did this motherfuckers play me for a fool Was i not enough all of my sacrifice for three years was tied to something Please tell me am dreaming and this is a joke Daniel” My emotions were all over the place,my mood shifted from being scared to being angry then finally sad. “Three years,three years of carefully curating this plan and this little bitch thinks she can take it all from me She has already taken my home,my husband what more does she want?” I was agitated i slammed my hands against the dashboard

“What exactly was that?” I frowned tiredly. “What do you mean?” “You standing around with another man in the middle of the night.” A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips. “Are you serious right now?” His expression remained cold. “You're still my wife, Jane.” “And you're still my husband,” I snapped back quietly. “Yet you keep bringing another woman around like she belongs in our marriage.” Nessa immediately looked uncomfortable. “Mr. Murphy,” she whispered softly, “maybe I should leave—”

said in a low voice, trying to convince her husband. "Wow! too late to do that! I lost all my affection now for you. It's been seven years! What do you think I am?? Stupid!!" he ferociously looked at here eye to eye. Mrs. Martin hovering down of the way her husband looked at here so closely.

" It doesn't matter now, it is too late." " Yes, It is 10 years late. But you should have confronted him then and there, you had every right to ask what was going on?? If you thought, it was me, You should have slapped me at that moment only. If you had confronted him/ me at that time, we would not have suffered so much. I loved you. I still love you. I know you don't want to marry him. I will not let you marry him. " He said and got out of my room. Oh god!! was it Sahil??

That is a step forward, it means she can tell him about it any day and anytime she wants to. "Oh, that's good. He is your husband after all." He spat the word husband because it fucking hurts more than he would've imagined. He has loved her his whole life and suddenly, another man swooped her off her feet right under his nose. Why did he wait too long to confess his love for her? He should've done that years ago, maybe, just maybe, she would've given them a chance and they could've being a couple by now.

He didn't mean it. Clyde was good at sweet words. He never meant the things he said. “Believe me this time…” He went on. “Let bygones be bygones, My Love. Let's start a new life.” A life with him was never possible. He didn't want her when she wanted him. Was she supposed to want him now that he wanted her? “Too late, Clyde…” She smiled bitterly. “My heart is now with another man.” Tension hung in the air the moment she finished speaking.

She wet her lips and kept reading: “I know I failed you. I was a bad husband. I treated you terribly and humiliated you. Maybe it’s bold of me to expect anything from you, but I regret my stupidity and my awful behavior. I messed up with you in every possible way. To me, you’re the most special person I’ve ever known—a strong woman who fought and overcame, a kind woman who has made up for all her past mistakes. I love you in a way I’ll never love anyone else.” Those words pierced her with a warm kind of pain. By then, tears were already streaming down her cheeks. She stifled a sob, bit her lower lip, and kept reading: “I love you, and I want to be with you—if that’s what you want too. Give m

He snapped back, “Woman, don’t start with your stupid questions. I am the man of this house, and I do whatever I please. I don’t owe you any explanations. You’ve grown old and wrinkled. I don’t love you anymore.” Those words — old and wrinkled — cut me deeply. It was as if he no longer saw me as beautiful or worthy of his love. No matter what I did afterward, I couldn’t get those cruel words out of my mind. But still, I loved my husband deeply and hoped we could work through this. After talking with Ella last night, my mind was calmer. I decided to wait patiently for my husband’s return. Hours passed until finally, I heard his car pull into the driveway. He walked into our bedroom, changed,

He spoke so calmy that you'd expect that he was joking or something. “ Will stay. Even though my husband does not love me. Simply because I also don't love you. I will not predict the future and say I won't fall in love with you because I might. I am only a woman with a broken heart. Forever is a very long time. It might be mended even if it doesn't I will stay by your side as I have promised in our marriage vows. The question is do you want me beside you? Forever.” Everything in me screamed to shut up but I was already done. Only his answer was left now.