Todos os capítulos de Hate Me Till You Love Me: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

For several seconds, Alexander could not move.The stranger’s final words hung between them, heavier than the trembling darkness, heavier than the memories that had begun tearing through the boundary.Evelyn did.Alexander stared at the man kneeling before him, searching his face for some indication that he had misunderstood. The stranger had Alexander’s features, his voice, even the same slight crease between his eyebrows that appeared whenever he was trying to make sense of something that refused to obey reason. Yet the terror in those silver eyes was unfamiliar.“What did you just say?” Alexander asked.The stranger swallowed. “I said Evelyn made the choice.”“What choice?”“The choice that separated our lives. The choice that saved you, erased Cael’s future, and left me carrying the memories of everything that should have happened.”Alexander shook his head. “No.”“You saw the hospital.”“I saw a memory.”“You saw her standing beside your bed.”“I saw someone who looked like my wi

The sound of the door opening traveled through the boundary like a death sentence.No one moved.Evelyn stood facing the figure that had emerged from the First Silence, her hand still raised, her silver mark dark beneath the skin. The face before her was no longer that of the frightened child with the red ribbon. It had become something older, something that carried the pale man’s features without carrying his uncertainty.It was the face of a man who had watched too many lives end and had finally stopped believing that anything could be saved.“I am what happened after you promised to remember him,” the figure repeated.Alexander stepped forward, placing himself beside Evelyn rather than in front of her. He did not reach for her hand, though every instinct urged him to pull her away from the thing wearing the pale man’s face. He had heard the warning. He understood that the First Silence was waiting for someone to react out of fear, someone to mistake protection for control and give

“WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO OPEN MY HOUSE?”The voice rolled through the chamber with such force that the silver path shattered beneath Evelyn’s feet.Alexander pulled her against him as the floor buckled. Elias caught Rowan before he could fall into the widening crack, while Avelisse stumbled backward, her face drained of color. Even the First Silence recoiled, its countless faces twisting away from the opening as though the voice had reached into it and touched something it had spent centuries trying to escape.The pale man stood motionless.For the first time since Evelyn had met him, he looked completely helpless.The darkness beneath the floor rose like a tide. It did not have the restless movement of the First Silence, nor did it carry the shifting faces of the Echo. It was something different, something that seemed to have existed before anyone had given grief a name or tried to preserve a memory beyond death.A stone staircase emerged from the fissure.The steps were old, blac

Elarienne stepped through the white door, and the garden stopped collapsing.The black staircase hung above them like a wound in the sky. The white flowers beneath Evelyn’s feet had turned silver, their petals trembling without wind. Behind Elarienne, the doorway remained open, revealing glimpses of the chamber where Alexander and the others were fighting to keep the boundary from breaking apart.Yet Evelyn could no longer hear their voices.She could see Alexander reaching for her, his face filled with fear, but the distance between them seemed to stretch with every passing second.“Alexander!”He struck the invisible barrier separating them.“Evelyn, stay where you are! Don’t let that woman make a choice for you!”Elarienne turned toward him.“You still believe every choice can be made without a price.”Alexander’s jaw tightened.“No. I believe people like you have spent centuries convincing others that suffering is the price of love.”Something moved behind Elarienne’s eyes.For a

“Mum, why did you let me die?”Evelyn stopped breathing.The voice came from behind the final door, soft and frightened, carrying the familiar tremble that had once made her rush across a room whenever her son called for her. It was Evan’s voice. Not an imitation that sounded almost right, not a whisper assembled from fragments of memory, but the voice she remembered from the days when he was alive, when he would call for her in the middle of the night because a nightmare had frightened him.Her fingers went numb inside Alexander’s hand.“No,” she whispered.The heartbeat sounded again.Behind the door, Evan spoke once more.“Mum?”Evelyn took a step forward before Alexander caught her gently around the waist.“Evelyn.”She struggled against his hold, not because she wanted to hurt him, but because every part of her was reaching for the voice behind that door.“That’s our son.”Alexander’s face was pale. His eyes were fixed on the door, and she could see the same impossible hope fight