Too Late To Love Me 소설 & 이야기

“I’ve given you a life of luxury, a position most women would kill for, yet you keep crossing the line. Sign the papers. Staying here as my wife and behaving yourself is the only good choice you have left.” His words sent a chill through my entire body. I looked into his obsessive, frantic eyes and finally understood the truth. The tragedy of my past life was not a random accident. His version of love was nothing but control. I could not repeat that same mistake. I had to get away from here, and fast. I deliberately softened my tone. “Raymond, let go of me first. I’ll look at the agreement, but you have to give me some time to calm down.” Raymond stared at me for a long moment, as if he were

"Moira, I've wanted to do this for a long time. "We grew up together. You already know how I feel. I love you, but I was always too insecure to get close. By the time I worked up the courage to confess, you were already with Jay. You loved him so much, so I told myself I'd be fine just staying by your side. "But now that I see what kind of person he is, I can't leave you with him. So, Moira, be with me. Okay?" Moira froze, caught off guard by the sudden confession.

This was supposed to be the day two packs united, but Dylan’s stare passed through her like wind through glass. “Do you, Dylan Wilson, take Sophie Kingsley as your mate and wife?” His lips barely moved. “I do.” "And do you, Sophie Kingsley—" “I do,” she said before the elder finished. Her voice cracked, but she held her chin high. "You may kiss the bride." Dylan stepped forward, brushed his lips against her cheek like one might a stranger, and turned to the crowd. His next words dropped like ice into her chest. “She has ruined the only love I ever wanted.”

Once inside, I closed the door and leaned against it, my body sliding slowly to the floor. Three years ago, I’d been stupid for wanting a man who never wanted me. I’d been delusional and told myself that with time he’ll come around. He’ll love me and everything will be alright, but I was wrong. I was wrong and stupid. I was still feeling sorry for myself when my phone pinged with an incoming message from my grandmother.

"I- I- since late middle school, the first day I saw you, I was new in the class and there wasn't a seat for me remember? Bloody you, offered your seat to me and from that day onwards sunshine, I couldn't. I couldn't possibly control it. I fell in love with you. This is not some silly crush, I truly love you. I understand that it's too late-" "You love me?" "Yes," she nods. "Fuck, I love you too Angel, I've dreamt of hearing those words coming out your mouth and- damn it, I wish I would've done this sooner," "No, you didn't," she shakes her head, her eyes becoming watery as she takes my hands into hers, looking at me dead in the eye. "It's never too late to find somebody new. Just because yo

‎ ‎The staff looked at me. ‎ ‎Something inside me broke at that moment. ‎I tried to hold onto it, but it slipped away piece by piece. ‎ ‎The last time I stood here, I did not even realize I had feelings for her. I only delayed things without knowing why. ‎ ‎But now, I understood everything. ‎I loved her. ‎ ‎And still, I chose to end it, for her peace of mind. ‎ ‎Maybe this was the last thing I could do for her. ‎

Love requires patience. For six years, I had dimmed my own light for Dominic Brown. I had managed his home, swallowed my dreams, and faded into the background so his empire could shine. And still, I clung to the belief that my loyalty would eventually warm his cold heart. Tonight, that belief was cracking. I moved along the edge of the ballroom, avoiding the center where the elite mingled. Whispers followed me like smoke. “Did you see that?” one executive’s wife murmured behind her champagne flute. “The poor thing actually believes she belongs here.”

"You're wrong. I do love you. I've always loved you, I just didn't realize—" "That's the problem. You didn't realize and you know what? I did. Every single day, I realized exactly how I felt about you. And now that I've finally moved on, finally found someone who actually sees me from the start, you suddenly decide you love me too?" I shook my head. "It's too late." "It's not too late. I-it can't be too late." He stood, desperation clear on his face. "Elise, you can't tell me you don't feel anything for me anymore. After everything we've been through—"

“Are you okay? You sound off.” “I’m fine, just tired. I’ll call you later, okay?” “Okay. Love you.” The words hit her like a truck. He always ends their call with those words but she’s never said it back, never. Kira’s mouth went dry. “I’ll talk to you later came in place of I love you too.” She hung up before he could say anything else. Marcus raised an eyebrow. “He said he loves you.” “I know.” “And you didn’t say it back.”

Of course she did. But regret did not rebuild trust. Regret did not erase images. Regret did not promise she wouldn’t choose someone else tomorrow. --- And yet— if she called right now and said, Come back— he would go. He knew it. That was the tragedy. --- Love had made them both late. She was late to choose him. He was late to realize she was everything. --- And time— time was beginning to move without mercy.