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“You’re no better, Noah. You play dead and come here to keep a lover! “She’s disabled. What can you even do together?” Madeline frowned, then regained her calm confidence. “I love Noah with all my heart. “I have no entanglements with exes, and I would never betray him. “Whatever he wants, I’ll try to give him. What you cannot give him, I can.” She stood, moving to the door, gesturing politely. “Leave now. Don’t make things ugly.” Florence looked at me, expecting me to speak.

“Yes, we have a war coming. Yes, the world feels like it’s on fire. But it’s a rare kind of joy to find something beautiful in the middle of all this chaos. Don’t you think so?” A shaky breath left her lips, but she nodded. Then her eyes searched mine, hesitant but curious. “You love them, don’t you?” she asked. “Your mates.” The question startled me—but only for a moment. I let the silence sit before I answered, letting the truth settle in my own heart. “Yes,” I said softly. “Yes, Loira… I love my mates.” Her eyes widened slightly as I continued, “Though I’ve been hurt, though they’ve broken me in ways I never imagined—I still love them. Deeply. Relentlessly.

I can bear to get hurt, but can't bear to see you hurt. All Hearts !!

air filled with grief and pain, resentment and hatred, just, when the love, how much is left? The man's pain, and added a few layers of injury? Repentance and a few more heartbreaking?

Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up. He hurt her. He failed to protect her from his world. He made excuses instead of fixing his problems and in the end, she let go of his hand. He didn't blame her one bit. If he were her, he'd shut him out of his life too. Tan didn't think he would ever be able to get the look of hurt he saw on her face out of his mind. God, she hated him and she had every right to too. He took her for granted like he always did. He caused her pain once more.

I nodded and then left. I wanted to believe her, because that was the side of her that I knew. She’d had also been through a lot and that had taught her how delicate people’s feelings were. It made her aware of how best not to hurt them. That was why I fell for her, and it was the same reason I couldn’t get rid of the distress I felt everyday after I found out her infidelity. Of all people, did it have to be me she betrayed? Why this way? When I thought through these things, it made it even harder to forget, to even talk of forgiveness. I still hoped I could find a way to do that, and move on.

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

The most painful thing in the world is probably loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Unrequited love is painful yet blissful at the same time. Painful because it’s heartbreak without all the beginning and the middle. Only the end. Blissful because it’s without all the drama.

Our love was filled with malice and pain, pain that could be kissed away with his sweet lips but it would resurface stronger, and unbearable the second his lips left mine. Adrian hurt me, he cut me open but he would lick the wounds better every time, until now. I don't think we can go back from here, I don't want to go back. It took some time but I finally understand our love isn't one to mend you, it's one to break you into a thousand pieces and have the other person put back the pieces, but you're never put together correctly because the pieces are more shattered than last time it's hard to know where they belong, so when fixing each other, you place them where you think they fit and it le

A shaky breath escaped her. “Maybe we needed to break first.” “No.” I said it instantly. Firmly. Her brows pulled together slightly. “We lost too much time for that to be romantic.” Silence. Because that was the truth. People glamorize suffering in love stories. But real pain leaves scars. And I hated that she suffered for years before I learned how to love her openly. “I would undo every lonely night you had because of me if I could,” I whispered. Her expression softened through the tears.