Those who don't love me, I don't want them anymore — Novel

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In a world where love once thrived, Kendall finds herself suffocated by the very heart she fought to save. Five years spent in devotion have turned into a daily struggle, as Lucas, her husband, now commands her like a servant rather than cherishing the life she sacrificed for him. With each missed call and biting remark, she realizes the depth of her sacrifice: his heart beats on, but hers has become an empty shell.

When Nova enters the picture, the tension escalates, revealing a twisted love triangle that blurs the lines between care and control. As Kendall grapples with the realization that her once-sacred role as a wife has devolved into a mere obligation, she must confront the painful truth that Lucas's heart, once her lifeline, now beats for another. Each encounter is a reminder of the life she gave up, and the stakes rise as she contemplates her own freedom.

Can Kendall reclaim her identity and escape the chains of a love that has long since turned toxic? Or will the echoes of her past continue to haunt her as she navigates the treacherous waters of betrayal and self-discovery? As she takes her first steps toward independence, the question looms: what will it take to finally save her own heart?

Those who don't love me, I don't want them anymoreChapter 1

Dawn crept in.

I woke early, as always.

The faint scent of medicine still lingered in the room—his post-surgery

smell that never seemed to fade.

On the bedside table sat a small bottle of heart medication. For five

years, I had made sure it was there, on time, every single day.

My phone screen lit up, flashing three missed calls from Lucas.

I didn’t answer.

His voice echoed in my head, that tone of entitlement I knew too well:

“Where’s my breakfast? Did you forget what you’re supposed to do?”

Outside, the sky was the color of ash.

I had once begged hospitals for donor lists, fallen to my knees for his

sake.

I would have given him my own heart if I could.

That year, when the doctor said the match was too low, I stood outside

the operating room, crying until I couldn’t breathe.

And now, he was alive and well—

ordering me around like I was a servant.

When the phone rang for the fourth time, I hung up.

A moment later, the door swung open.

Lucas strode in, anger shadowing his face.

“Are you trying to pick a fight with me? Don’t forget who you are.”

I didn’t reply.

I lifted my gaze to him, to the face I once knew better than my own.