All Chapters of Loving Her While She Scripts My Downfall: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The strong smell of disinfectant filled my nose.As I lay in the hospital bed, my consciousness drifted between sleep and wakefulness. Beside me, I heard the timid voice of Kelly Pine, the nurse on duty. She seemed to have answered my phone.From the other end, Christine's irritated voice blared through the speakers. "Maxwell, where the hell are you? How can you just disappear? Didn't you see the text message I sent you? Lucian's dog was saved, but it was badly frightened and won't even eat now. Come over here right now and apologize to Lucian!"Kelly shuddered and stammered as she tried to explain. "M-Ms. Stafford, Dr. Linton can't answer the phone right now. He performed several major surgeries back-to-back and collapsed from exhaustion. He's unconscious and put on IV…"There was a brief silence on the other end.Christine's tone wavered slightly. "He fainted?"Before she could finish, Lucian spoke from beside her in an aggrieved voice. "Christie, do you think maybe Maxwell is

The next morning, Christine walked out of the master bedroom and found the guest room door wide open. The room was empty.She frowned and walked over to the table, where she immediately spotted the engagement termination agreement.Standing nearby with red, tearful eyes, Lucian pretended to blame himself. "Christie, is Maxwell mad at me? Maybe I should go find him and bring him back…"Christine let out a cold snort. "Don't bother. He's just playing hard to get. He's so in love with me that he can't live without me. He'll be back begging me in three days."She was convinced I was just throwing a tantrum.However, an entire week passed without a single word from me. There weren't any phone calls or text messages. Even the hospital said I had already resigned.The confidence Christine had at first gradually turned into frustration.One day, as she walked down the hallway, she glanced at the trash can that still hadn't been emptied.A dirty engagement ring lay inside. It was the ri

Two years passed.During those two years, one story became the talk of the city.The once high-and-mighty heiress of the Stafford family, who was known to be a ruthless businesswoman, seemed to have lost her mind.Christine refused to hold a funeral for me and refused to acknowledge my death. She even obsessively bought up every news report about the border attack and had them all destroyed. She resigned as the CEO of Stafford Group and shut herself inside the guest room where I'd once lived.The room remained exactly as I had left it. Even the half-used bottle of lotion I hadn't taken with me had become the most priceless treasure in her eyes.Every night, Christine curled up on the bed where I'd slept. She clutched the mended protective amulet tightly in her hand and buried her face in the old clothes I'd left behind. She greedily breathed in my scent that had long since faded.The moment she closed her eyes, it felt as though her heart was being crushed. The pain was so unbear

The clinic's security guards threw Christine out.Unwilling to give up, she waited outside my apartment building.One night, a rare rainstorm swept across Skurga. The rain soaked through her thin shirt. She was drenched from head to toe and burning with a high fever. Still, she refused to budge.She foolishly believed that by making herself suffer, she could perhaps evoke a tiny bit of pity in me. After all, in the past, all it took was a slight frown from her, and my eyes would redden at the thought of her suffering even the slightest bit.Christine stood in the rain for the entire night.Finally, the next morning, the apartment door opened. Holding a black umbrella, I walked out with a calm expression.The moment Christine saw me, she dropped to her knees. The once untouchable heiress of Geirwain had abandoned even her last shred of dignity.With trembling hands, she pulled the tattered protective amulet from inside her coat. Then, she took out a property transfer agreement th