What Did I Do To Deserve You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I don't know what I did to deserve all of this. This is too much. Why are you doing this for me? Why are you so good to me?" He stepped closer. He was so tall, his presence so warm and safe. He reached out and gently wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. "You deserve this, and so much more," he said, his voice dropping low, full of raw honesty. "You survived the worst kind of evil. You fought your way back from the dark. You are strong, brave, and brilliant. Don't ever question if you deserve this. You earned it." I looked up into his deep, dark eyes. For a moment, the whole world stopped. I wanted to hug him, wanted to thank him a million times. "Thank you," I whispered. "I won't let

Dearest Emily, I thought a lot before penning down this letter to you. Tomorrow I am going to get married to Ethan. I know how much pain I have caused you by marrying you and having a baby with you and now separated from you. But I have never regretted it and never will. You will always have a special place in my heart. You are the most beautiful soul I have ever met in my life. I will always treasure you. If anything I am the unlucky one here. Because I did not deserve you or your love. But thanks a ton for giving it to me and taking care of me throughout our marriage. I am beginning a new chapter in life. I know it is difficult for you but I hope you will find someone who will always love

He asked and I stared at him. “You don’t deserve me even though you are the best person I have ever met. You are a great family guy and you have values and everything. But I can’t do this and that too because of already many disappointments in the bag to even bear a small one.” I replied and felt his hands leaving my face. “Good bye!” I mumbled and started walking towards the stairs. “Just give us a small chance.” I heard his whisper which I ignored completely reaching my room and locked the door.

Whatever did I do to deserve Ben? I don’t deserve him.

What did I do to deserve such hatred from him? TBC!!

“Let me explain.” “You don’t have to explain anymore. That says it all. The moment you chose to break me — that means Iwasn’t enough. I’m so fed up with the betrayals.” “I’m sorry. It just happened. I’m just sorry for breaking your heart.” “So, do you love her more than you love me?” “I’m sorry.” “That’s enough. That’s all I have to know. Let’s just end things here.” “Celine, you cannot drive.” “I know. Just go now. Someone’s going to fetch me.”

I am nothing more than a coward and I deserve everything I get. I deserve the hate Blake holds for me right now. I deserve the nightmares and the loneliness which consume me at night. I deserve the lack of trust which everyone seems to have in me. Hell I deserve to be dead given all the things I have done and the pain which I had caused - I would happily take death right now over everything which has happened because of my own naïve foolishness.

"I deserved it, I was being mean...I should've known it hurt, I should've trusted you...I deserved it." "You don't deserve any of the bad things that have happened to you. Your heart is too pure for pain, angels were meant to be cherished, not tortured... You were made for heaven and yet I gave you hell, I'm sorry for that, for making you think you deserve to be treated like sh*t when you're the slightly bit wrong. You shouldn't have chosen me, I honestly thought you wouldn't, but the fact that you did means that you believe that I can change, that I can do better and for you, I will."

He brings us out to his car and sets me gently into the passenger seat. His callused hands caress my cheek. "Tell me." He murmurs grabbing my hands. "Tell me so I can make it better." He's perfect, he's so absolutely perfect. When he's so sweet my heartaches. But how can I tell him I don't deserve him? How do you tell that to the person you love the most. "I-I don't *hiccup* deserve you." I mumble rubbing my arm, "S-she said I'm *hiccup* a f-freak and y-you deserve better."

Pain. Trust. Resentment. He didn’t have the full context. He reacted to what he could grasp. “I don’t—” he began, then stopped, shaking his head. “I don’t deserve you to keep reaching for me like this. With everything you know. With everything you don’t.” “Good thing I’m not doing it because you deserve it,” I said. “I’m doing it because if we don’t figure this out, I’ll die again, and you’ll break entirely, and she’ll win.”