All Chapters of THE DAY I STOPPED LOVING YOU : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Claire brushed her lips against Richard’s neck planting a soft kiss then let out a soft, pitying sigh. “ Oh my Poor Lisa, She tried so hard to be loved….It almost hurts to watch… almost.” her feigned sniffing echoed with a sarcastic laughter.******The Fiftieth floor of LONERIA INTERNATIONAL MEDICAL CENTER was a world apart from the suffering it concealed. Private suites disguised as luxury penthouses overlooked the glittering city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows while expensive artworks hung on cream-colored walls and the faint scent of fresh lilies tried and failed to mask the sterile bite of disinfectant and impending death.I lay motionless on the oversized hospital bed with an oxygen cannula tucked beneath my nose while machines beeped out the weakening rhythm of my heart and transparent tubes snaked under the blanket feeding medications that had long since stopped working. The hereditary cancer that had ravaged my family had finally won and my body no longer obeyed me s

I had told myself I would not go. I had torn the invitation and declared myself done with Richard Hale. Yet when the night arrived curiosity proved stronger than pride so I broke my own rule, slipped into a simple dark blue dress, and went to the charity gala anyways. I stayed far from the main crowd hiding near the quiet garden because watching from a distance felt safer than walking straight into the trap I already knew too well.The night air was cool and the soft music drifting from the hall made everything look expensive and clean. I took one deep breath and tried to steady myself then the sounds reached me. Moans, heavy breathing, the unmistakable rhythm of bodies moving together. I froze behind a row of tall plants.In a hidden corner a man had a woman pressed against the wall with her dress shoved up around her waist while he thrust into her hard and fast. She moaned without shame and demanded more. He laughed and asked if her husband ever fucked her like this. She gasped that

I should have refused, I told myself that a hundred times on the ride to the Hale Gallery the following afternoon. The black car Richard had sent was discreet, elegant, and completely unnecessary. I could have taken a taxi. I could have stayed home. Instead, I sat in the back seat wearing a pale cream dress with my hair tied in a neat bun. I barely remembered buying in this life, watching the city slide past the tinted windows while my stomach twisted into knots.The gallery was located in the most exclusive district of the city, a modern glass-and-stone building that looked more like a fortress than an art space. When the car stopped, a staff member opened the door and greeted me by name. Richard was already waiting at the entrance.He wore a charcoal suit without a tie, the top button of his shirt undone. The late afternoon light caught the sharp lines of his face and made him look almost soft. Almost.“You came,” he said, and there was genuine pleasure in his voice.“I said I wou

“I’m not here to burn them, Adrian.”His eyebrow lifted, just slightly as I stepped closer to the table. The surface was cluttered with photographs, medical files, and loose papers that looked like they had been handled too many times. The air between us still carried the leftover tension from earlier probably the near discovery, the way he had pulled me into the dark, the way I had snapped at him.“I’m here,” I said quietly, “to make sure they have nothing left to burn.” Surprisingly For a few seconds Adrian didn’t speak, he simply watched me. Then the corner of his mouth curved weirdly. It wasn’t a smile, It was colder just like the expression of a man who had been waiting to see whether the person in front of him still had any softness left to lose.“Good.” He reached for one of the files, I didn’t take my eyes off him.“You’re agreeing too quickly.”“I’ve been waiting for you to stop pretending you were still the girl you used to be.” My jaw tightened at his mockery because the wo

Richard Hale stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of untouched whiskey. The city stretched beneath him in clean lines of light, orderly and obedient, the way he preferred everything in his life. His phone vibrated once against the desk but he ignored it. A second later, it vibrated again forcing him to pick it up with a faint frown. There was no name, no number….Only a single message.You Don’t Remember Me Yet, But She Does.Richard stared at the screen lost as the corner of his mouth twitched, more irritated than concerned. He typed a short reply…WHO IS THIS?The response came almost immediately..Ask your father what he did to the Loneria family.Then ask yourself why Lisa no longer looks at you the same way.Richard’s fingers tightened around the phone, he read the message twice…then a third time. A slow, cold sensation moved down his spine, not fear exactly, but something close to recognition he co