Novelas y relatos de Would You Fight For My Love

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗴𝗼? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲?

“You have to fight, Alejandro! Get off the fucking ground! Get on your fucking feet!” Why isn’t he fighting? Why’s he lying still. The soldiers grab me again and I lose my shit, swinging as much as I can. “Let go! Alejandro. . .please!” The megaphone is snatched out of my hand and I scream louder, my voice screeching. My fist drives into the soldier and the megaphone falls from his hand. I grab it. “I love you too!” I whimper, “please. . .I love you too, more than you could ever imagine. I know it’s not the ideal time to tell you this, but I need you to fight for us to have a chance. Please!”

“Yes.” Her gaze locked onto mine, and then she asked the one question I had been dreading. “Do you love her more than you loved me?” I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know the answer. Cara stepped closer, her voice softer now, but every word cut through me like a blade. “You once told me that I was your reason to fight. That even if the whole world turned against you, you’d still choose me.” Her voice broke, and she wiped at her eyes. “Was that a lie too?”

His dim emotionless eyes. I stepped aside, “Go ahead then. Don't let me stop you.” A small gasp escaped Sally. I guess she thought I would blindly jump into a fight with her when I had no idea what she was capable of. “Really? That's it? You're not even going to fight over the man you love? Even when there is another woman in the picture?” Sally asked. “Why should I?” I shrugged. “I don't need to fight for what's mine, especially when I know it will always come back to me.”

"Does that mean you are not to blame for daddy's death? Please say yes." "Yes." That last words came out of Jake's mouth. Before it closed its eyes and lost consciousness. She cried a lot at what she heard. Believing its last word yes. It was wrong that she harbored anger against a man who thought nothing but her safety. You will not die. Please prove to me that you love me."

It's something I can’t fathom, so I jabbed him. "Have the spirit to fight for the one you love," I said, hoping he would understand.

I returned directly while also staring at him. "Then, I'm willing to fight, Zandy. I will fight for my love for Miles," he said determinedly. "Then, let's see."

"Tell me." "I have been in love with you continuously since the third month of our marriage," he said, "with the exception of about four months in year eight when I was being a coward about it and was too proud to admit it. And I am in love with you now, the version of you that exists right now, not the one I remember. And I am not telling you that to pressure anything or to change the pace of anything. I am telling you because you asked for honesty and this is the most honest thing I have." I looked at him across the desk in my new office with the window facing the right direction.