Todos los capítulos de A Whisper of Love's End: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Isabella had always used her social media as a way to document her life, sharing countless photos and snippets of her day-to-day. There were sweet moments from when they first fell in love, warm memories from their life together after marriage, and even the candid photos she had secretly taken of him from behind.Samuel's heart felt like it was crumbling as he scrolled through the photos and words on his phone, as if reliving the beautiful moments they had shared together. But all of that stopped abruptly six months ago.The last time Isabella had logged in was just the night before. After changing her mood status to "I'm done", she submitted a request to deactivate her account.What did that mean? Had she finally given up on him?Samuel felt like his soul had been ripped from him. He sat on the swing until it was dark, then dragged himself back to the bedroom.He lay down in the spot where Isabella usually slept, hoping to feel some trace of her warmth. But all he could touch was

Jennifer somehow managed to get her hands on Isabella's number, and she had been sending messages relentlessly. The latest one, sent just yesterday morning, left Samuel feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite put into words. Fighting the urge to vomit, he scrolled through her messages one by one.[Mrs. Grant, you must know by now, right? Samuel only feels an obligation towards you now. If not, how could he fall for me? A woman with no love really is pitiful.][Look, this is the necklace he personally designed for me. The diamond is even bigger than your wedding ring.][It's my birthday today. He probably lied to you and said he was seeing a client. Heh, but I was right next to him when he called you.]Among the messages were several photos, including some obscene ones of the two of them in bed.Samuel felt a cold chill spread through him. He had always thought of Jennifer as just another vain woman, someone who could be easily dismissed with money. But now, he realized her

The security guards were paid to do their job, and they wasted no time in carrying out their orders."What do you think you're doing?" Jennifer hadn't expected Samuel to go through with it. She screamed in terror, "Samuel… Master! You can't be so heartless…"Before she could finish, two security guards grabbed her by the arms, one on each side. They lifted her off the ground as if she were just a piece of luggage. Then, they quickly dragged her out of the living room, through the yard, and unceremoniously tossed her onto the pathway outside. The door slammed shut behind them as they returned inside to report back.The sudden rush of cold air outside jolted Jennifer to her senses, and she realized just how inappropriate her state of dress was for being outside. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself, her voice breaking as she rang the doorbell again. "Samuel, I know I was wrong... Please, for the baby I'm carrying, you can't do this to me..."Her words were full of bitternes

Using her body to get what she wanted had become second nature to Jennifer.The words hung in the air, and the crowd of onlookers shifted. A few men's faces twisted with greedy desire, inching closer, clearly eager to take advantage. Thankfully, others in the crowd acted quickly, pulling them back before they could make a move.One man, clearly frustrated, shook off his companion's grip. "What are you stopping me for? This is a great deal!"The man was worried if he moved slowly, someone would be the one to offer Jennifer a piece of clothing first. He knew that chances like this didn't come around often.His friend snapped at him, "Wake up, man! This woman's easy, but she might have a disease or something!"The others who had been inching closer to her hesitated, unsure now.That made sense. Nothing came cheap. Jennifer was young, beautiful, and bold—why else would a man strip her and toss her out the front door like that? There had to be something wrong with her.Even the man

The servant shook her head, confusion written all over her face. "I don't know... I didn't dare look."Hearing this, Tristan became even more anxious. Without a second thought, he rushed upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door. When there was no answer, he kicked the door open. He and Eleanor stormed in together.What they found made them freeze.Samuel was unmoved by the loud commotion. His back was to them as he sat at the desk, mechanically repeating the motion of writing on the paper. Beside him was a stack of filled notebooks.Tristan and Eleanor moved closer to him, and both were shocked.Samuel had written over and over again: "Bella, I was wrong."The words were densely packed on the pages, as if he were trying to release the pain and regret from deep within his heart through this endless apology.Eleanor was heartbroken for her son, and she tried to console him through her tears. "Bella is gone. No matter how much you torture yourself, she won't come back. Who told you