Too Late To Love Her Novels & Stories

I don't know how Felix found out, but on the fifth day, Lacey deleted all those posts from her feed. Then I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. [Why won't you let go?] As if I were the one refusing to let go. I smiled helplessly, but I also knew it was time to have a proper ending with Felix. I sent him a message, seriously asking if we could sit down and talk. He replied several hours later. [I have a business trip these next few days. We'll talk when I'm back, sweetheart!]

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.

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be

Damian’s chest tightened painfully. “And now you’re here,” she continued. “Saying all the things I needed to hear back then.” A small, humorless breath left her. “But it’s too late for that. I love you,” she said one last time, softer now. “But I don’t trust you.” That landed harder than anything else. Because love without trust was a fracture waiting to widen. Damian absorbed it quietly, his jaw tightening slightly, but he didn’t argue. Didn’t try to convince her otherwise.

Too late to fix it. Too late to earn a way back into her heart. *********

“Let me tell you something, Charlotte.” I stared at her silently. “In my husband’s family,” she continued, “there was once a woman who married into the house but failed to produce a child for five years.” Her tone had grown darker. “At first everyone was patient. They gave her time. They told her not to worry.” I felt a chill creeping along my spine. “But eventually,” she said, “the whispers began.” My throat felt dry. “They said she was cursed. That she had brought bad luck into the family.”

After a few moments of silence, she spoke again. "You're right, I've been so caught up in my own fear, It's best I give him so more time," She sighed. "I hope it won't be too late," "True love is never late," I said trying to sound convincing as I sighed in relief.

"But I no longer love you. It doesn’t matter what you want, because it's already too late." "No, it's... it's not too late! Even though you used hypnosis to forget your love for me, you still have some feelings for me, don't you?! Otherwise, you wouldn't have donated your liver to me a second time!" If he truly felt nothing for her, he could have just ignored her! He didn’t have to jeopardize his health to save her!

Love, after all, didn’t need an audience. It only needed honesty even if it came too late

She had a feeling now that she was doing a terrible mistake only it was too late to call it off. All the arrangements were done and to top it all they had even started sending invitations around. It would be such a big humiliation for her family if she called off the wedding now. But too late was after the wedding, right? But what would she say? What reason would she give for not being able to go through the wedding after all? That she loved someone else; someone who would never love her back? As the devastating thought crossed her mind, she opened her eyes in reflex and squinted as water got in her eyes. Of course she still loved him; it was so obvious. How the hell had she thought she coul