Semua Bab The Day I stopped Loving You : Bab 1 - Bab 5

Lisa's POVThe 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. 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, an oxygen cannula tucked beneath my nose, while machines beeped out the weakening rhythm of my heart. 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. My body no longer obeyed me. I couldn’t lift a finger, couldn’t open my eyes, couldn’t even whisper. Only my hearing remained cruelly sharp, forcing me to witness everything.Outside the suite, nurses moved like ghosts, their voices hushed. The doctors had already told my family

Lisa’s POVI had told myself I would not go since I tore the invitation and said I was done with Richard. But when the D- day came, curiosity crept in. I could not stay home, my mind would not let me rest. I needed to see what was happening with my own eyes. So I broke my own rule after few thoughts. I slipped into a simple dark blue dress and went to the charity gala. I stayed far from the main crowd, hiding near the quiet garden area because I just wanted to observe from a distance.The night air was cool and peaceful. Soft music played from the hall, even the air smelled of riches. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my heart…then I heard sounds of moans and heavy breathing… the sound of bodies moving together.I froze behind some tall plants. In a hidden corner, a man and a woman were fucking each other hard, I peeped which was a bad idea as memories of Richard and claire making out on my death bed flooded. I sighed feeling the weight of betrayal again. The woman was pres

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