
{"id":23144,"date":"2026-01-27T09:55:19","date_gmt":"2026-01-27T09:55:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/?p=23144"},"modified":"2026-01-27T09:55:19","modified_gmt":"2026-01-27T09:55:19","slug":"one-side-love-novel-chapter-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/one-side-love-novel-chapter-8\/","title":{"rendered":"One Side Love Novel Chapter 8"},"content":{"rendered":"<p dir=\"ltr\">My desk was covered in white roses.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">A small card peeked through the petals. &#8220;I&#8217;ll wait forever. I&#8217;ll change<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">everything. Just give me one more chance. \u2013 M&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I picked up the note. The handwriting was messy. Desperate.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">My coworker Jenna leaned over. &#8220;Someone&#8217;s trying hard.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I crumpled the card and tossed it in the trash.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The roses appeared every morning for a week.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Then came the gifts.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">A designer handbag I&#8217;d glanced at once in a store window. Diamond earrings<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I&#8217;d admired in a magazine. A first edition of my favorite book.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Miles showed up at my usual coffee shop on Tuesday.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Fancy meeting you here,&#8221; he said, though his eyes were red-rimmed.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">He&#8217;d never woken up before ten in the five years I knew him.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">On Thursday, he was at the library near my apartment.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">On Friday, outside my gym.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;It&#8217;s not stalking,&#8221; he insisted. &#8220;It&#8217;s coincidence.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Noah stayed away.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">He sent one text: &#8220;Take the time you need. I&#8217;m here when you decide.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">No pressure. No gifts. No roses.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Just space.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Miles cornered me after work on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Bianca, wait.&#8221; He grabbed my hand. &#8220;I left her.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I stopped.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;I moved out of Eva&#8217;s place. I told her it&#8217;s over.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">His voice cracked. &#8220;Marry me tomorrow. We can go to the courthouse. No<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">waiting.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">My heart stuttered.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Five years I&#8217;d wanted those words.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Just not like this.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;I&#8217;ll delete all her contacts. I&#8217;ll quit gaming. I&#8217;ll be the man you wanted.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">He sounded sincere.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">His hands trembled.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">For a moment, I almost believed him.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Then I saw the pattern.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The same promises he&#8217;d made after every fight.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The same desperation after every time he&#8217;d chosen her.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;You&#8217;re thinking about it.&#8221; He stepped closer. &#8220;I see it in your eyes.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Eva&#8217;s name flashed on the screen.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I should ignore it.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I answered.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Bianca, don&#8217;t trust him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Her voice was raw. Not the polished manipulation I knew.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;He&#8217;s at your apartment right now, isn&#8217;t he?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I didn&#8217;t answer.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;He told me the same thing last night. &#8216;Eva, it&#8217;s over. I&#8217;m choosing Bianca.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Silence stretched between us.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Then this morning, he showed up with flowers. &#8216;One last time,&#8217; he said. &#8216;For<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">the baby&#8217;s sake.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">She laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;You think he&#8217;s changed? Bianca, he told me the exact same things he&#8217;s<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">telling you now. Word for word.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The line went dead.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Miles was still talking.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;I&#8217;ll get us a house. In the suburbs, like you wanted. With a garden.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">His eyes held mine.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The same eyes that had watched Eva trip me.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The same eyes that had flickered with disgust before his hand hit my face.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I pulled my hand from his grasp.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;No.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Bianca\u2014&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;The answer is no.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">His face hardened. &#8220;You&#8217;re making a mistake.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;I made the mistake already. For five years.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I turned away.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;This is about him, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221; Miles&#8217; voice turned sharp. &#8220;Noah.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I kept walking.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;You&#8217;ll come crawling back.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I stopped. Turned around.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Not this time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">For the first time, I meant it.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">My chest felt light.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Not tight. Not suffocating.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Just free.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I pulled out my phone and blocked his number.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The roses could wilt.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The gifts could be returned.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">The past could stay in the past.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I dialed Noah.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">He answered on the first ring.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Bianca?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Can you meet me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">His voice softened. &#8220;Where?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;Anywhere.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">&#8220;I&#8217;ll be right there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I hung up and walked toward the subway.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Behind me, Miles was still shouting.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I didn&#8217;t turn back.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">I never would again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My desk was covered in white roses. A small card peeked through the petals. &#8220;I&#8217;ll wait forever. 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