Semua Bab When I'm Not Loving You: Bab 21 - Bab 30

“I wasn’t feeling well, so I came late,” Aria said calmly, stepping up to the stone bench.However, she didn’t sit beside Isabella. Instead, she looked down at her from above. “Mom, what happened to your leg?”“Sigh, I got hit by a car. The driver ran off, and now one of my legs is crippled. Aria, I thought I’d never see you again in this life. I can’t believe you’re really alive. I’m so happy,” Isabella said, raising a hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking genuinely emotional.“Mom, I’ve kept a low profile these past two months, didn’t meet anyone. I’ve been focusing on investigating Ruby. I found evidence that she framed me back then. If I show this to Micheal, I think he’ll believe me.”“Aria, Micheal killed my little grandson. You can’t…”“Mom, how could there possibly be anything between us anymore? I hate him—hate him so much. But right now, I need to use him to get rid of Ruby. That Ruby might look like a kind, healing nurse, but the truth is she joined th

The sky was brightening.Aria hadn’t slept all night, her hands gripping the videos and audio recordings—concrete evidence.She could finally prove her innocence.Thinking back, the old man's will must have been signed while Isabella held his hand during his confused state. And that night at the crematorium—it must have been Isabella who followed her in secret.Then, just before Aria entered the mortuary to see her grandfather, Isabella poured a bucket of filth over his corpse to frame her. Moments later, Ruby "just happened" to arrive with Micheal.“Aria, what are you planning to do to Micheal?” Philip asked, alarmed by how she kept fiddling with the little bottle in her hand.Aria ripped off her face mask, unfastened a button on her shirt, and exposed her neck—covered in burn scars. “He deserves to die. I should kill him. Kill him to avenge my daughter. And if I can’t kill him, I’ll pour this on his face. He ruined mine, so I’ll ruin everything of his.”“Aria…” Philip hesitated.“Don

“Aria... Aria…” Micheal was dreaming. In the dream, there was a blazing fire, and Aria leapt into it—never coming out again.“Young master, wake up.” James anxiously nudged Micheal’s shoulder. Micheal was seriously injured—Aria's stab had only narrowly missed his heart. Looking at him now, James couldn’t help but feel sorry for the two of them.Micheal slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw James, he immediately looked around. “Where’s Aria?” He thought she was dead.He thought he had burned her to death.These past days, he had carried Biscuit everywhere, but all he could think about was Aria. Before, all he knew was hatred.But now that the hatred had faded, he finally realized how deeply he had cared for her.Her gentleness, her soft smiles, the way she looked at him—she had once loved him so much.So when he saw Aria alive, Micheal had been overjoyed. Even if it cost him his life to win back a piece of her heart, he was willing.“Young master, the security said you were the one wh

There were countless beautiful girls in the world—fair-skinned, lovely-faced. Aria’s body, however, was covered in burn scars. No man would love that. They’d only feel disgusted.This world was just that cruel.Love was built on money and beauty.That so-called Platonic love? Total bullshit. After everything she had been through, Aria had already seen through it all.“But Aria, I want to marry him.”“Marry?”“I want a wedding. I want to adopt a child. Just the three of us—we could still be happy.” Philip’s face lit up with hope.The picture he painted was heartbreakingly beautiful.Once upon a time, that was her dream too. But now, it was forever out of reach.After getting out of the car and settling her luggage, Aria changed clothes and headed out again.She hadn’t come back in a long time.This city—once full of promise—was also the place that had crushed her hopes.“Philip, what did he do to them?” For three years, she hadn’t asked. Not once did she question how Micheal had dealt w

On the road, a pink RV quietly pulled over.The door opened.A little girl hopped out of the car cheerfully, then turned back and urged the man still sitting in the driver’s seat, “Daddy, hurry up!”But Micheal’s gaze froze the moment he turned his head.It landed on the woman standing at the ticket counter of the amusement park.That back—so familiar.Even though he couldn’t see her face, just from that one glimpse of her back, he knew it was Aria.Three years.He thought she would never return to his world. Thought he would never see her again.But now, they were reunited.And yet, for the first time, he hesitated.Not because he didn’t want to see her, but because he was afraid to.She hated him. He had always known that.“Daddy, come on down!” the little girl called again, impatient, climbing back into the car and tugging on Micheal’s sleeve to pull him out.The sweet, soft voice of the child finally broke Micheal out of his trance. He smiled gently, “Biscuit, how about you go play