บททั้งหมดของ Love You Like I Used To? Forget It!: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

In that moment, when Irvin was at his lowest, I forgot everything else. I forgot the doubts, the pain, the fear of being tied to someone connected to Julianne. All I could see was a broken man who needed me. So I promised him. I promised I would never leave him. I promised I would love him forever. For a time, he was everything to me. He treated me so well, day after day, that my love for him grew until it consumed me. I couldn't imagine life without him. I was willing to do anything for him. And then, just when I thought we had finally found our happiness, Julianne came back. The man who once made me feel like I was his entire world changed overnight. The Irvin who once put me above everyone else now couldn't stop putting Julianne first. For her, he began to hurt me—over and over again. I didn't understand. How could someone so full of love suddenly become so indifferent? How could someone who once made me feel like I was his one and only suddenly stop loving m

"Do you really want to go to prison?" I stared straight at Irvin and replied, enunciating every word, "It's not that I want to go to prison. It's that I didn't do it. I trust the law to give me the fairest judgment." Irvin let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Emilia, you're unbelievable. The evidence is crystal clear in front of you, and you're still denying it!" I gave him a cold smile. "Have you ever considered the possibility that I didn't do it?" "You didn't do it?" His voice was sharp, his disbelief palpable. "Then what exactly are you doing in that video? Are you seriously going to stand here and tell me that's not you?" "The person in the video is me," I admitted, my tone calm. "But even if it's me, even if I'm shown putting something in that drink, how can you be so sure it was that drug? How do you know Julianne drank the glass I supposedly tampered with?" I stepped closer, my voice cutting through the tension. "I didn't hand the drink dire

For the first time, I saw something I hadn't expected in Mom's eyes—hesitation. It wasn't much, just a flicker of reluctance. It was as if, for a fleeting moment, she remembered that I was the daughter she carried for nine months. Jeremy's expression was more complex. There was a hint of unease, but it was overshadowed by relief. With me in jail, even for the shortest possible sentence, my life would never recover. I would no longer be a threat to his place in the family or his carefully curated reputation. And just like that, my own parents, my brother, and my husband of eight years sent me off to a holding cell. I didn't know if it was by coincidence or deliberate arrangement, but they placed me in a shared cell. The other women inside looked rough, the kind of people you wouldn't want to cross. Already shaken, I felt a wave of unease creep over me. I had anticipated that fighting back against Julianne would make my family and Irvin furious, that they'd try to ma

Irvin fell silent. He didn't deny it. Other than that incident, I had never done anything wrong. Nothing immoral, nothing illegal. "Eight years," I said, my voice firm. "We've known each other for eight years. Loved each other for seven. And yet, you never once trusted me. Someone shows you a video, and instead of investigating, you just believe it. You accept that I'm capable of something so disgusting. If someone like you claims to love me, am I not supposed to feel disgusted?"From the way his attitude toward me shifted after Julianne showed him the video, it was clear he hadn't bothered to dig deeper. He just accepted it as the truth. Irvin tugged at his tie, his frustration showing. "Emilia, you can't keep blaming others when things go wrong. It's not just about trust—it's about the choices you've made. Sure, you've never done anything immoral or illegal before. You're a good person, kind to everyone. But that doesn't mean you'd treat Julianne the same way. It doesn't me

After Mr. Stern left to handle my bail paperwork, I returned to the holding cell. There wasn't much to do—nothing to pack—so I decided to lie down on the narrow cot and rest my mind for a bit. Before I could even close my eyes, someone lunged at me. The steel shelving behind me left no room to move. Even someone in perfect health would've been injured if they were shoved into it. And me? With steel plates and screws holding my body together, a hit like that could easily cripple me—if not kill me outright. I'd been caught completely off guard, too distracted by my thoughts to notice her approach. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge. Just as I braced for the worst, I felt a strong hand yank me backward. One of the women in the cell—the one who looked the most intimidating—grabbed me and pulled me out of the way. Her timing was perfect; I was inches away from colliding with the shelf. Before I could process what had just happened, she l