You Loved Me Once Novels & Stories

His words had caught me off guard and I he was right… “You left me for a Man!” I screamed while punching as hard as I could with my right. I’d caught Henry off guard as we took a step back. “I loved you unconditionally, I bore your babies, I brought home the bacon and fu€king cooked it while you relaxed!” I yelled faster and punched harder. “20 years and I’ve gotta make those easy for you?! Go FU€K YOURSELF!” I roared.

] [Tom, I've taken another candid shot of you, you're really scary when you're angry, but you never get angry with me, am I a bit special to you? [Tom, we'll be together in the future, right? I'm starting to feel uncertain, could you please give me a definite answer?] [Tom, that love letter wasn't written by me, but seeing you get so angry for me, does it mean you still care about me?] [Tom, do you like me, or do you only see me as your sister?] [Tom....] This one was torn in half, with the other half clearly missing. On the back of the photo, only the word "Tom" remained. The rest of the writing was gone.

I leaned against the bathtub and said coldly, "So what?" Elaine laughed again. "Are you really that clueless? Didn't you get the point? Last year, on your birthday, I gave him my first time. This year, I came back just for your birthday, and he's already forgotten it. Do I really need to tell you who he loves?" Seven years had passed. Faint lines had formed at the corners of my eyes. The eyes that used to brighten whenever I saw Ryan were now dull and lifeless. I took a deep breath. "No need. Ryan's marrying me."

But he couldn't stand anyone talking trash about the one he lost. Hailey thought it was hilarious. Still, she played along—blew gently on his bruised knuckles, wrapped them slow and careful. "That girl they mentioned..." she said. "Was she really that important to you?" His throat tightened. Eyes turned glassy. Weirdly, it felt like he could finally talk to someone. "She was the love of my life. The one who loved me most." Silence. Hailey kept her lashes low, smile curving with quiet scorn.

"Grandpa, please believe me. The person I love has always been Chloe. I truly want to win her back. Could you give me one more chance—just one chance to see her…" Some regrets, once formed, remain regrets. Some people, once missed, are missed forever. At that moment, I was standing by the window of my hospital room. Every movement Jonathan made was clearly visible to me. Their conversation had already been relayed to me by Grandpa through his phone—including the three days and three nights Jonathan had spent waiting outside the hospital. If I weren't about to be discharged, Grandpa would never have lowered himself to meet Jonathan. "Grandpa, I won't see him. Please have him sent away."

He slowly peels his fingers from over my mouth. “I don’t know anything. Please. I was just hired a few months ago!” “But you saw him today?” I nod. “Was he with anyone?” “An old man—a donor. Don Santiago. He had lots of bodyguards,” I add. “Like ten of them. Men with guns. Militia.” I don’t know if I tell him that part to scare him or because I need to share it with someone because I found it so bizarre. The young man turns me so I face him. He holds both my forearms in a firm but not bruising grip. Something about his closeness brings my body to life, my nipples tingly and hot, heat pooling between my legs. But it’s insane to be attracted to a criminal.

“You guys are playing with innocent girls again!” He gives me a confusing response. "Nixon, bring those women, I don’t even know them!” he said while fixing his hair. "Nothing is new, you two are a womanizer. Right?” "Wow! So you're not on my side anymore? You know whom I'm in love with!" he said with a loud voice. "Of course I know! But if you keep going to the bars and seeing random girls, I don't think she will believe in you that you love her?" I explained.

"But I was wrong." "How can you not love me?" I ask. "You've said it to me yourself!" "I know, but..." "You love me," I cry. "I know you do. I can feel it. Every time we touch. Every time we kiss. You love me." "I don't." "You do!" I insist. "I'm not imagining this!" "Maybe," she says. "Maybe I loved you once. But I definitely don't anymore." This can't be happening. It can't be true.

Heaven only knows what had gotten into him those years back when he had suddenly realized that he loved her. They had known each other forever; having practically been brought up together. But it was only on her twenty first birthday that Adam had suddenly realized that he had to-get-her. And just to prove it, he had been regularly calling her every morning at six o’clock to tell her that he loved her! At first, Rhea had treated the whole thing as a joke but Adam had still persisted and Rhea had grown tired of the game.

“Fuck off! What makes you think I will regret murdering the one who killed off my child!? I have been thinking for a while, a long while. Don’t tell me I am acting impulsively!” “I can’t let you do that.” A sardonic laugh left her mouth upon hearing that. The corner of her lips curved upwards, mockingly, and she said, “I already figured. Why would you let someone as lowly as me touch your lover? That’s why, I have to get rid of you first, right?” This made her raise the gun, holding it at his chest level. Her eyes that were once filled with immense love for him now only had intense hatred for him. The murderous was clearly written in her eyes.