When Love Come Late Novels & Stories

"Diana… you can be angry with me, but don't say things like that. Don't you remember everything we've been through? I want to marry you, to make it up to you, to take care of you, because I believe we love each other. I—" My voice rose, sharp and hard. "Who said we love each other? Callum, yes—I used to feel something more than sisterly affection for you. But you were in love with someone else. And now? Now I feel nothing for you. You say you love me—so what? What makes you think I want it?"

I looked at his stunned expression and finally asked the question I had carried silently for five years. "Gerald Cooper, did you ever really love me?" He blinked, caught off guard, but then rushed to answer, "Of course. Why else would I come back for you? Nessa, you're the only one I'd ever return to." I shook my head. "I don't think so. "You didn't come back because you love me. You came back because you finally realized you’ve lost the little toy who always listened to you." His face twisted in confusion. I did not stop there. "If I loved someone, I'd hold their heart carefully in my palms. I'd never go to another man while he was burning up with fever. I wouldn't let him cry, wouldn't let

Jared lowered his head to drink the soup quietly. A phone suddenly rang when someone walked past his ward, and the ringtone was “Later” by Rene Liu*. “Later, I finally learned how to love. Sadly, you’ve gone far away and disappeared in the crowd…” A tear rolled down the corner of Jared’s eye into the bowl of soup. When his butler came to the hospital the next day to send him soup again, he was startled when he saw Jared, who was on the bed. “Mr. Crawford…” Jared looked up. “What is it?”

The once-dull office had become lively and filled with gossip as my colleagues watched our relationship blossom and unfold. But now, the recipient of all that affection and effort was someone else. I didn't have time to dwell on it, as my workload was overwhelming. I had already stayed late for several nights to meet the demands of this project. Unsurprisingly, I stayed back to work overtime again that night. The sky had gone completely dark by the time I realized someone was standing next to me. "Tabitha, are you still working overtime?" I looked up and saw Luther. I couldn't fathom why he had come to find me.

She said nothing and simply let tears stream down her face. With that, I walked out of the police station. Over the last few years, my life felt like one long drama. If I could go back in time, I would never have fallen in love with Roderick.

My older brother, Oliver Stewart, and I are twins, but he was born frail and sickly. My parents tell me, "Your mother lavished you with love while you were in the womb and fed you all the nutrients, so we'll now focus on giving Oliver love." And so, Oliver receives all their love since childhood. When we were young, my parents got Oliver the best education. When we become adults, my parents prepare a generous budget for his wedding and later help him raise his children too. One day, my parents—now old and frail—suddenly come looking for me. "We've gone above and beyond for Oliver, so we'll live with you from now on and make things up to you," they say to me. However, I now have a wife

“Vivian has a bad temper, so I’m taking her on a one-week vacation to help her relax. Tell the doctor to postpone your surgery until I get back.” Whenever Vivian threw a tantrum, he would shower her with tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation. However, when it came to me, even his apology amounted to a pathetic fourteen dollars and three cents. He still tried to romanticize it, claiming that the amount did not matter. It was the thought that counted. Those numbers had special meanings and it was his special kind of love for me. I used to believe nonsense like that. However, now I understood — follow the money and one would find where the love really was.

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."

“You want me to make it ok for you to leave me?!” She sobbed, “Have you even thought about how the kids are going to take this?” “Look Rebecca, this was all your dream. I never wanted to move to the city, I was content in the suburbs close to my family. Sure I told you to go for the job, but I honestly didn’t have any faith you’d land the job. So here we are 17 months later and our lease is up so I’m out. Don’t act all surprised, I don’t come home for you it’s been for the kids. And they’re teens now so they’ll understand. But I can’t stay with a woman I don’t love, am repulsed to touch, and is the cause of my misery.”

Today, the weather in the capital is wonderful, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze. I stand in the garden with my arms wide open, savoring the fresh air. An hour ago, I received the news that Cynthia's plane had landed. Afterward, I received a secretly taken photo. The picture shows Henry holding a crying, innocent girl. How heartwarming... The lovers are back together. Since Henry and I became husband and wife, we've rarely eaten together, except for family gatherings and business events.