Semua Bab Love You Like I Used To? Forget It!: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Though the marriage certificate was obtained in Daloria, Ventia, and wasn't recognized back in the country, calling her "stepmom" wasn't exactly a stretch. Irvin, with his proud and lofty nature, could never truly accept the idea of marrying someone who had once been his stepmother. No matter how brief Julianne's role in that position had been, the fact remained—she had been with his father. Phillip was notorious for his philandering ways. Even when Irvin's mother was still alive, he'd been discreetly involved with other women. After her passing, he no longer bothered to hide his behavior, flaunting his affairs openly. Julianne had briefly caught his attention with her "pure" and "innocent" demeanor. It didn't last. After quickly tiring of her, Phillip tossed her aside before their honeymoon was even over, moving on to his next conquest. Their Daloria marriage was brief, barely a blip, and with it taking place overseas, almost no one knew about it. Irvin, in an effort to

"You know how fragile she is, and yet you—" Before Irvin could finish, I cut him off with a sarcastic smile. "You'd better hurry and take your precious Julianne to the hospital! Don't waste any more time, or she might not make it!" He stared at me, shocked at my lack of guilt or remorse. The disappointment in his eyes was almost laughable. Without another word, he picked up Julianne and rushed out, leaving as quickly as he'd appeared. Once they were gone, Mr. Holland turned to me with a sharp glare and let out a cold snort. "You have such big round eyes, how could you have been so blind?" I couldn't deny it. I really had been blind before. "Do you remember what I told you back then? When I tried to warn you about him?" He didn't wait for me to answer, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that's right. You said, 'We're in love, Mr. Holland! He'll love me forever. Just wait and see how happy I'll be!'" I was at a loss for words.He scoffed. "This is the happiness yo

When we arrived at the hospital, Julianne was standing on the rooftop. The freezing winter air was biting, the temperature well below zero. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, painting the night with a cold, silent beauty. And there she stood, in nothing but a thin white slip dress, her figure trembling in the fierce wind. She looked so fragile, so broken, like a tragic figure ripped from a storybook. Even a stray dog passing by might have felt sorry for her. And Irvin? He looked like he was about to explode. Grabbing Jeremy by the collar, he demanded, "What's going on? Why is Julianne on the rooftop?" Before Jeremy could answer, Mom caught sight of me. She rushed over, her face twisted with rage, and raised her hand to slap me. To my shock, Irvin—despite being laser-focused on his precious Julianne—managed to intercept her hand before it made contact. "Catherine, don't hit Emilia," he said, his tone firm but slightly distracted. "She didn't—" "What?" Mom c

When I heard Irvin's words, I froze for a moment, stunned. Then, an icy chill spread through my entire body. Irvin knew. He knew Julianne's true nature. He knew she wasn't the sweet, innocent woman she pretended to be. He knew she was manipulative and cruel. And yet… Even knowing all of that, he still coddled her and indulged her every whim. Julianne wanted me dead, and he was willing to deliver me to her on a silver platter. I had always thought that Irvin—like the rest of my family—was blind to who Julianne really was. I thought he only loved her because he didn't know the truth. But now? Now I realized he wasn't blind at all. He knew exactly who she was. Which left only two explanation—either he loved her so much that he didn't care about her flaws, or… Or this was never about love. Maybe he wanted me gone, and Julianne's twisted plan was the perfect excuse. If she "accidentally" killed me, he'd become a widower without ever having to divorce me. No

Mom really wished I had died when I fell off that cliff. If I had, she wouldn't have to wrestle with how to handle her "vicious" biological daughter anymore. Their expressions told me something terrifying—they weren't just hurling random accusations to protect Julianne. They truly believed that I had drugged her. I had forgotten a lot of things due to my memory loss, but I knew one thing for certain—I would never do something like that. "I don't know why you think I'd do such a thing," I said firmly. "But I didn't. I've never done anything like that." I looked straight at them and added, "In fact, I didn't even know Julianne had been involved with Irvin's father until recently. I only found out after I hired someone to investigate her." My explanation didn't calm them down. If anything, it made them angrier. Irvin lost what little composure he had left. He grabbed my shoulders roughly, his fingers digging into my skin. "You didn't do it?" he demanded, his voice sha