He Hated Me, I Stopped Loving

Chapter 2

"Let you go? Not in this lifetime."

His words struck me like lightning.

Chase had once said the same thing to me.

Back then, his chest had been filled with raging fury, his hatred pouring out and flooding every corner of his heart.

But now, his eyes were red. The anger he once had seemed to have faded, replaced by an emotion I couldn't understand.

Was he regretting it?

Impossible.

Chase and I grew up together. He was the man I had been determined to marry since I was a child, so I was the one who had pursued him.

After we got together, Chase treated me neither well nor badly. Love was out of the question. At most, he liked me.

When his sister got into that accident, and he ran away from our wedding in front of everyone, I didn't blame him.

Only later did I learn that the wedding had been a deal. And a conspiracy.

But I didn't understand that at the time. All I knew was that if I didn't finish the ceremony that day, I might never get another chance to marry Chase. So I completed the entire wedding alone.

I became the joke of high society, something people whispered about over coffee and tea. But I still loved Chase.

In the first year of our marriage, I caught him confessing his feelings to another girl.

The entire car was filled with roses and jewelry.

The girl had clearly never seen such a grand gesture before. She was so moved that she burst into tears.

Chase gently wiped her tears away.

Then he saw me. Still wearing the smile he hadn't had time to put away, he slowly walked toward me.

His tone was icy. "What do you want?"

"The supplementary card was frozen."

He took his wallet from his inner pocket, pulled out a thick stack of cash, and I reached out to take it.

But before I could grab it, he let go.

The cash scattered all over the floor.

He didn't even glance at it. He simply wrapped his arm around the girl and walked away.

As I bent down, I heard the girl ask about me.

"Who is she?"

His voice was even colder when he answered, laced with disgust. "Just a pathetic simp."

Indeed. I, a pampered heiress from a wealthy family, had to hold out my hand and ask him for money.

After we got married, he wouldn't let me work. And in order to maintain the illusion of a happy marriage, I didn't dare ask my parents for help.

During those three years of marriage, he changed girlfriends every three days.

A few days ago, he even brought that girl named Lucy Shaw home.

Today was his birthday. I went to pick up his favorite cake, so I arrived late.

Through the half-closed door of the private room, I happened to see that girl nestled in Chase's arms, letting out a coy little laugh.

"Chase, is your wife as gentle and considerate as I am?"

Chase's voice was cold and mocking. "She can't even compare to your toe."

Then Chase took out a one-carat diamond ring and slipped it onto her ring finger.