All Chapters of Three Months Left to Unlove You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

These days, Wade Cox, who rarely updated his social media, became the one dominating everyone's feeds. He and Cecilia Hart were photographed in all sorts of picturesque cafes, atmospheric streets, cake shops, and artisanal workshops. For someone who used to be so quiet and private, he now wrote captions that poured his absolute heart and soul out, dripping with raw emotion. "Even though we've already done all 100 things one must do while one's in love before, my baby forgot, so I'll accompany her to relive them once more. Words can't describe how happy I am to get her back. As long as it is her wish, even if it kills me, I will fulfill it for her."I had wanted to do all of these things with Wade for the longest time. Yet, every time I brought them up, he'd dismiss me as childish, claim he had no time, and reject me without exception. As it turned out, he didn't hate the activities; he just hated me. A tearing pain ripped through my heart. With trembling hands, I tried to call Wa

I reached for the medicine Dr. Wilson had prescribed me on the table and placed it under my tongue, but this time, it didn't work. If anything, the torturous pain only worsened. Warmth drained from my limbs at an alarming rate, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. I didn't even have the strength to answer him. Wade gathered me into his arms. "Weren't you already cured? Why is this happening?"Then, he called Dr. Wilson and pressed, "Why is Stella in pain?"Dr. Wilson's voice came through the line. "Her condition has already stabilized, and she shouldn't be in pain anymore… Unless… She's faking it."Wade fell silent. After hanging up, his phone rang. I could see it vividly. It was a message from Cecilia.He took one look at it and, without a second thought, rose to his feet. "I have to go.""Wade!" I called out. Everything I wanted to say was bottlenecked in my chest. I desperately wanted to ask him, "Why would you rather take a doctor's word over mine? Why

All of a sudden, a friend request popped up. The person introduced herself as Cecilia and cut straight to the chase. "You're the wedding officiant Wade mentioned the other day, right?" Wade had indeed introduced me that way back at Cox Manor that day. I didn't reply.Cecilia sent me another message. "I'm getting married in ten days. Can you come over to my place? We need to rehearse. I'm pregnant, so there are a lot of things to consider. I believe I should go over them with you."The words stung my eyes. Clutching my already numb heart, I replied, "Okay."Ten days from then, I would prepare a grand gift for them. My phone's screen dimmed and lit up again, buzzing relentlessly. Cecilia was flooding my inbox with her wedding date, venue, and photos. Cecilia was beaming. Wade was right next to her, bathed in an indescribably soft, radiant light. Dozens of photos, all filled with bright smiles. Marrying the woman he loved made him look like he'd just won the battle of a lifetim

However, my voice came through the speakers. "Wade, I wish you a happy marriage. By the time you see this video, I'll already be dead. I don't care about who's right or wrong anymore. "I just want you to know that I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being! If I get a second chance at life, I never want to see you again."My final words were hollow, agonizing, and ice-cold. My ethereal voice sounded like a judgment delivered straight from hell. Wade's face lost all its color in a heartbeat. He whipped his head toward the massive screen. "Stella!" he cried out, his voice shaking violently. Then, he sped away in his car. No one dared stop the car with his custom license plate. Wade floored the gas pedal and reached my studio at breakneck speed. By then, my studio had already been cordoned off by the cops.Wade tried to force his way inside, but he was stopped. "Sir, this is a fatal crime scene. You are prohibited from entering." Wade was about to lose his temper, but