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Elaine Monroe never meant to fall in love with him. She never meant for her heart to betray her like this. But as she watches him stand beside another, hand resting on the waist of the woman he’s meant to be with, she wonders if she was always destined to be the outsider.

"You knew," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "You knew how I felt."

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t deny it. He never does.

"It wouldn’t have changed anything," he finally says.

She laughs bitterly. "I know."

Loving him was always impossible. He belonged to someone else. To his family’s expectations. To a future where Elaine had no place.

"Forget whatever you think you feel," he tells her, voice firm, but there’s something unspoken in his eyes—something that makes it hurt even more. "It will never happen."

And yet, his gaze lingers, just for a second too long.

Then there’s her best friend—the one who stands beside her when the world turns its back. The one who sees her pain without asking.

"You don’t have to do this to yourself," he says, handing her his jacket on a cold night. "You deserve more than waiting for someone who will never be yours."

She wants to believe him. She wants to move forward. But some loves are impossible to forget. Some wounds never truly heal. And some desires, no matter how forbidden, refuse to die.

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"loving him best decision i ever made" Elaine


"you are my world"

Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance

Elaine sat by the window of her bedroom, staring blankly outside as the city lights flickered in the distance. No matter how much she tried to distract herself, her mind always found its way back to Alexander. Every day felt suffocating—seeing him with Olivia, hearing about their engagement, watching as he fulfilled the role of a devoted fiancé. And every day, her heart broke a little more.

She had loved him for so long, and yet, he had never truly been hers. That realization tormented her, making it impossible to breathe, to move on, to even exist without pain creeping in. Love was supposed to be beautiful, but for her, it had become a slow, agonizing torture.

A sudden knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Elaine! Open up!" Mary's voice rang through.

Sighing, Elaine pulled herself off the bed and opened the door. Mary barged in, eyes filled with determination, as if she had made some grand discovery.

"You need a distraction," Mary declared, hands on her hips.

"A distraction. And I know just the thing—you need a boy."

Elaine's heart skipped a beat, and she took a step back. "What are you talking about?"

Mary rolled her eyes. "Look, I love you, but you're miserable, and it's all because of Alexander. You need to move on, and the best way to do that is to focus on someone else. You don't have to fall in love right away, but you need something—someone—to help you forget."

Elaine bit her lip, the idea settling heavily in her mind. Could she really do that? Could she just turn her heart away from Alexander and direct it somewhere else? The thought felt foreign, almost impossible. But as she sat there, thinking about the constant pain, the restless nights, the unbearable weight pressing on her chest—she knew she had to try. She was already hurting so badly, and it was affecting her health. If she kept going like this, she would destroy herself. She didn't want to be miserable any longer.

"Mary… I don't know how to like someone else. I've only ever loved him," she admitted softly. "How can I just… use someone to forget my feelings? Isn't that unfair?"

Mary sighed, placing a comforting hand on Elaine's shoulder. "I'm not saying you have to use anyone. But you can't keep letting Alexander ruin you. You need to at least give yourself a chance to heal, and sometimes, the best way to do that is to let someone else in."

Elaine lowered her gaze, her heart torn between logic and emotion. She wanted to forget, to move on, but could she truly open her heart to someone else when it still belonged to Alexander? But then again, if she didn't try, she would only continue to drown in this endless sorrow.

Taking a deep breath, she made a decision. "You're right. I need to distract myself. It's already too much for me. I can't keep living like this. Maybe… if I try to like someone else, it will help. I hope so."

Mary grinned. "That's all I ask. And trust me, once you start seeing the possibilities, you'll realize Alexander isn't the only man in the world."

Elaine nodded, though deep inside, she wondered if she could ever truly let go. But she was determined now. She had to try, for her own sake. The pain had already affected her too much—her heart, her mind, even her health.

With newfound determination, she laid down on her bed, letting exhaustion take over. As her eyes fluttered shut, she clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, she could heal.

trying to move on