Alex0024

"I don't want to love you anymore"

It's true.

I'm tired of loving him.

But I was held by an invisible chain, binding me into this inescapable world.

I tried to leave and ended up killing myself.

By the time I lost my breath, I will breathe another one.

A new life again, and again and again.

Like a broken stereo that's been repeating the same old song.

I wanted to die peacefully this time.

And I don't wanna love him anymore.

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It's a new reincarnation story and is also inspired towards the drama "Extraordinarily you" which I extremely love.

Anyways, I really hope that you would like it all. All names, places and events are fiction and forgive me for my lack of English skills. I'm not fluent in that language and I hope you can understand, thank you.

Please enjoy reading!

Red Strings (RS)

An Yi Wei, my husband of five years, the man who was chained to me all these years and the man I hated but now is just another character in this story in my eyes.


His looks were still the same, he still smells of cigarettes and that unique musky scent of him. His brooding eyes were still cold and calculating, those pair of eyes I knew for a long time. Lips as red and luscious as cherries enough to attract the envy and love of everyone. I just stared at him with wide unbelieving eyes as he leaned his tall muscular frame on the door.


I couldn't help but blurt out what's bugging me the moment I heard the door ring.


I suddenly shiver from his cold menacing eyes, it's been a long time, I guess I'm still not out from the memories from before. I couldn't help but took a step and create some distance from him.


It was rough and there's a tinge of annoyance in his voice that I knew very well. I immediately opened the door and let him in while I grab some lukewarm water for him. He smells of alcohol, I used to wrinkle my nose everytime I smell it but now, I'm so used to it that in my past lives, I carry one on my pockets.


He took his suit off and I carried it to the laundry basket knowing that he's a bit of an OCD. He washed his fingers one by one while I stood there, staring blankly at how his fingers were too perfect.


"Huh?" I couldn't help but blurt out, it was all too sudden.


I can literally count the times where he talked to me and now, he talked to me twice!


It's weird, like I've been asked by an alien with the Language human used. It's both foreign and familiar though only for just a second.


The way my name rolled off his tongue created a sizzling effect on my mind. I felt like I was floating and I can't even move my body.


I'm being manipulated to think that I still love him when I'm fact, all I want to do is to divorce him.


My mind was telling me to leave this place, to leave him and to just die without getting back to square one.


But as always, not everything we wished for will happen.


My tongue felt like it weighted a ton, my lips won't move the way I wanted them to.


I don't want to cook anything for you ever again.


He turned his back after he drank the water I gave him then proceeded to get upstairs. Hearing a thud, I could imagine myself getting all sad with tears blurring my sight.


Chapter 4