Right Person at the Wrong Time

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Summary

He loves her more than anything, but knowing his time is short and his body is failing, he decides to push her away—not out of cruelty, but out of desperation to spare her. He deliberately acts cold, distant, or even cruel, trying to make her hate him so she won’t grieve him when he’s gone. He believes that if she despises him, she’ll move on faster, finding happiness without the burden of loving a dying man.

Genre
Romance
Author
Fei write
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
9
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Synopsis

In this bittersweet love story, a man carries a heavy heart-one that cares deeply for a woman but refuses to let her see his true feelings. He believes that loving her openly would only bring her harm, so he keeps her at a distance, masking his devotion with coldness and indifference.

She doesn't understand why he's so cruel yet so tender, why he destroys her but can't bear to see her in ruins. And he doesn't know how to love her without breaking them both.

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Conrad Russell

I love her yet I always hurt and ignore her. Every time she gets too close, I pushes her away, breaking her heart over and over—not out of cruelty, but out of a twisted sense of protection.

In quiet moments, when she's not looking, I pieces her back together-inch by inch, word by word-only to hurt her again when she starts to hope.

I don't actually hate her-I hates how powerless love makes me. And the worst part?

She knows it.

Brenda Catharina

I am deeply in love with someone I admire wholeheartedly. However, one thing I don't understand is why he keeps hurting me, breaking me down, and ignoring me.

He doesn't just love me—he loves me enough to let me walk away, even if it destroys him.

He doesn't say goodbye—he carves a hole in my chest and calls it "saving me"

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Warning ⚠️

This story includes explicit language, sexual situation, and psychological themes. Reader discretion is advised!

Description

This is a work of fiction. Everything that happened in this story is pure from my imagination and some is from my past experiences.

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