He Hated Me, I Stopped Loving

Chapter 5

After the officers left, Chase withdrew his oppressive aura and said gently, "I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow."

"No need."

"Your father has already suffered a heart attack and is lying in there. Do you really want him to worry about your marriage too?"

He was right. I shouldn't make my parents worry about me anymore.

When the Davis Group was in trouble, before I was even married, I asked my father for my dowry. On top of that, I emptied out every cent of my personal savings and gave it all to Chase to help him through the crisis.

And what did I get in return? He had never once acknowledged that I was his wife.

Grace's death had hurt him badly. I understood that.

I was blinded by love. I shouldn't have insisted on holding the wedding.

But now my family's company was on the verge of bankruptcy. I emptied out the pitiful savings I had left and begged Chase to help me. He asked me to kneel.

I knelt. But he only gave me 5 million.

How ironic. How brutally painful.

What I gave him back then was 500 million.

To turn the Davis Group around, I took a year off from school and worked through countless days and nights, breaking through proposal after proposal.

He had stomach problems, so I drank for him at business dinners until my stomach bled. Even with an IV in my arm, I kept working.

I chased after clients' cars to close deal after deal for him.

When my family was in trouble, that mere 5 million cost me my dignity.

5 million was nowhere near enough to fill the hole, and my father was so anxious he had a heart attack.

Chase's indifferent attitude was the last straw that crushed me.

He had stomach problems. I had brain problems.