All Chapters of True or Fake, Love or Hatred: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Micah Lane was holding a knife to my throat, forcing me to call Timothy Lane for help. He promised to spare my life if Timothy showed up to save me.I opened his pinned chat on WhatsApp and pressed the call icon. Micah glanced at my phone screen and sneered, his face covered in bruises."Have you always been this pathetic, Adeline Jones? You still have that true heir Timothy’s chat pinned? He abandoned you, yet you still call him your husband."The blade pressed closer to my neck, sending me a wave of sharp pain. Timothy's impatient voice came through on the other end of the line, "Adeline, what nonsense is it now? There's nothing left for us to discuss. You'd better hurry up and sign the divorce papers, or else—"I interrupted him with a trembling voice, "Tim, Micah's kidnapped me. Can you please come to save me? He said he'll only let me go if you come."I heard a sarcastic laugh from the phone. "Micah kidnapped you? You two are really something. Of course the fake heiress and f

Micah abruptly ended the call as if he was the one being rejected.Desperation flooded his eyes as he said, "Adeline, we're the most pitiful people in this world. We fell from the top of the world to rock bottom."Look at us. You’re wearing cheap rags from the dollar store, and I’ve got no one left in this world except for my most loyal friend here. I was once so glorious, but now I don’t even have a hundred dollars to my name."Standing there, thin and frail in the darkness, Micah looked haunting.He screamed in frustration, "I hate you so much! Why couldn't you win Timothy's heart? If you were better, Timothy wouldn't still be hung up on his precious first love Nancy. She would’ve stayed with me!"That was not true. Would Nancy really have stayed with this drug addict after becoming the real heiress? No, she absolutely would not have.Micah had already been kicked out of the Lane family and lost all his wealth and power. Anyone with any sense would know what choice to make, jus

I chose to stay with Timothy despite my parents' strong opposition. At the time, we were expecting a baby before marriage, and I thought this news might soften my parents' stance. However, when Halle was born with congenital blindness, their resistance only grew stronger.They urged me to send the baby to an orphanage, promising to help me find a better match. "Addy, don't leave me. I'll take good care of you and our daughter. Trust me, please," he said.I believed him then and chose to marry him. We took some simple wedding photos but never held a ceremony, knowing my parents would never attend. I did not care at the time because I felt I had found true love, my one and only.However, two months after our wedding, I stumbled upon a wedding photo of him with his first love, Nancy Jones, while tidying up the house. Everyone had a past, and I did not make a scene. Still, I remembered that name.As fate would have it, that name—Nancy Jones—would then become unforgettable to me.

Hearing those details for the first time, Edith's grief and anger overwhelmed her, and she collapsed to the ground.I let go of Halle and desperately tried to hold Edith, but I could not even touch her.At that moment, Timothy woke up from his fainting spell. He hurriedly got out of bed and rushed toward Edith."Grandma," he called out.However, Edith was gone too.The world was so cruel—my one and only grandmother had been driven to her death by my family’s words. Why? Was my life and my daughter's life not enough? Why did they have to drag Edith into this too?I longed to see Edith's spirit and apologize to her in person. Sadly, I never got the chance.It was because Timothy had taken my and Halle's ashes back to his bedroom.Timothy seemed to be losing his sanity. He carved life-sized wooden sculptures of me and Halle, soaking them in formalin for a month before placing our ashes inside the hollow centers of those statues.He clung to the statue that resembled me, never let