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CHAPTER 94: SWEETHEART
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2026-10-07 17:55:01
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The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 98: THE BOY WHO BETRAYED ME
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The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 96: I STILL DON’T GET IT
I looked away, staring blindly at the dark wall. For a terrifying second, phantom fragments of a life I couldn't recall flashed across my mind—my father’s furious, heartbroken face across a desk... a legal document resting beneath my pen... Edward’s warm hand smoothing over mine... his voice whispering that I no longer had to live in my father's shadow. The images vanished as quickly as they came, leaving behind a sharp, throbbing ache behind my eyes. I pressed my trembling fingers against my temple. “Did you tell me Liam was keeping me trapped?” “I told you what I genuinely believed at the time.” “Did you tell me that leaving him was the only way I could ever be free?” “I told you that you deserved to choose your own destiny, Abigail.” “That is not the same thing, Edward!” “No,” he conceded softly. “It isn't.” I glared at him sharply. “Then what did you actually say to me behind closed doors? What words did you use to strip my life away?” Edward leaned back, his eyes steady
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 95: THE LIFE I CANNOT REMEMBER
I didn’t go to Edward to ask whether I had once loved him. I already knew the answer. Everyone had fed me the exact same polished version of that chapter in my life: I had loved him, I had chosen him, and I had fought for a future beside him. What no one had ever explained was why. More importantly, I needed to know what I had been willing to surrender to him simply because I believed his love was real. The high-end restaurant was suffocatingly quiet when I arrived. Edward had chosen a secluded private dining room in the back, tucked away from prying eyes. I stopped at the threshold. He was already seated near the floor-to-ceiling window, a crystal glass of ice water resting in front of him. He looked up as I entered, but not a single flicker of surprise crossed his handsome, composed features. “You came, Abigail.” “You knew I would,” I replied, my voice steady. A faint, knowing smile curved his lips. “You’ve always been insatiably curious whenever something fails to make s
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 94: SWEETHEART
I read Edward’s message six times. I heard you’re finally asking the right questions. We should talk, sweetheart. The first time, I focused on the word sweetheart. The second time, I wondered how he knew I had been asking questions. By the third, I was thinking about the unknown message I had received the night before. You should ask Liam what really happened the night you decided to marry him. I glanced at the message again. Because he wasn’t the only one who made a promise that night. Who had sent it? And what promise had I made? “Are you going to keep staring at that phone?” Liam’s voice came from behind me. I looked up. He had just stepped out of the bathroom, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. “Edward messaged me.” Liam’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes moved to the screen. “What did he say?” I handed him the phone. He read the message before returning it to me. “Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Apparently, he used to call me that.” “Yes.” “Did it both
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 93: THE MAN FROM MY PAST
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Liam’s wedding ring. His hand rested loosely around mine, his fingers intertwined with mine beneath the blanket. For a few seconds, I simply watched him sleep, trying to reconcile the man beside me with everything I had learned about our marriage. He had loved me for years. He had married me. He had held our daughter when she was born. And I had eventually chosen another man. The message from the unknown number still lingered in my mind. You should ask Liam what really happened the night you decided to marry him. I had barely slept after reading it. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined another version of that night—one in which Liam had left something out, or someone had interfered, or I had made a promise I could no longer remember. I didn’t want to begin another day with secrets. “Why are you staring at me?” Liam’s sleepy voice startled me. I blinked. “I wasn’t staring.” “Were you checking whether I’m still here?” “Ma
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