All Chapters of You Loved Me, But I Love Not: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ophelia Hart had been married to Rowan Cabell for five years.He had been cheating on her for four and a half of those years. His list of mistresses could probably stretch all the way from Merion to Freeka, and the condoms he had gone through could practically wrap around the entire globe. However, Ophelia never made a scene.It was all because of the first rule in the Hart family’s code for women—'A husband’s infidelity is never an excuse for anger or confrontation. Never make a scene. Never raise your voice. His comfort must always come first. Violate this rule, and you will pay the price yourself.’Ophelia had once paid that price for six months. Those six months were more than enough to make the lesson unforgettable.Hence, when Rowan wrapped his arms around Lydia Beaumont and passionately kissed her in front of everyone, then loudly announced that he was going to marry her, Ophelia merely reached into her bag. She pulled out a pack of strawberry chewing gum, offered it

Ophelia was taken back to the Hart residence to be punished because she had broken the rules again. Whenever she passed out from the pain, they splashed cold water over her to wake her. Then they continued. She kept falling into a daze, over and over.The punishment finally came to an end at dawn, when Rowan arrived to see her.“Take me to the hospital.” Ophelia’s face was deathly pale, and her body swayed unsteadily. She was covered in wounds. Her clothes were torn to shreds from the beating, blood still seeping through the fabric.“Fine, but before you go to the hospital, you need to deal with the consequences you brought upon yourself.”“What do you mean?” Ophelia stared at Rowan’s tall figure. A terrible feeling rose in her chest. The next moment, a few bodyguards dressed in black walked in, eyeing her menacingly.Ophelia’s eyes trembled. An utterly horrifying thought slowly took shape in her mind.Rowan lit a cigarette and spoke nonchalantly.“The photos have been all

Ophelia thought she would die in the ocean. However, she did not. By some miracle, she survived and was rescued.When she opened her eyes again, she was once again in a hospital room.“You’re awake?”Rowan stood by the door. His voice was impossible to read.Ophelia’s throat was dry and raw. She struggled to sit up and reached for the glass of water beside her.The next second, he knocked the glass from her reach, and it hit the floor with a sharp crack. Water spilled all over the floor.His face twisted with mockery. “Thirsty? Get out of bed and lick it off the floor. Ophelia, you’re really asking to be taught a lesson. Was staging your own kidnapping fun?”Ophelia lowered her eyes and replied in a hoarse voice, “Wasn’t I thrown into the ocean? Who saved me?”Rowan laughed. He mockingly patted her cheek before tossing his phone in front of her.“Who else? Your accomplices. Look how considerate they were. They were worried you’d get hypothermia, so they even found some clothes

Rowan sat inside the car. The window slowly lowered as he flicked away some ash and narrowed his eyes at the hotel entrance.Ophelia still had not come out. Not only had she failed to show up, but he could not even get through to her.He glanced at the unanswered messages on his phone, then let out a faint, amused laugh.The woman who used to wag her tail at the slightest bit of attention from him was getting bold now, refusing to come downstairs.The window rolled back up. He stepped on the accelerator, and the black Bugatti Veyron disappeared from the hotel entrance in an instant.If she did not want to come down, then she could stay up there for the rest of her life.…At the wedding party.As soft, melodious music filled the venue, the iron gates entwined with pink roses slowly swung open.Beneath the towering dome, Rowan and Lydia walked toward the altar together.Under the dazzling lights, Rowan looked at Lydia’s face as she closed her eyes, waiting for him to kiss her.

The moment Rowan got the room key, he unlocked the door and rushed inside, searching through the room. It was spotless and immaculate, without a trace of Ophelia anywhere.He called her phone, and there was still no answer.It was not until he tried sending her another message, typing out a string of question marks, that he realized the messages were not going through either.Ophelia had blocked him. He stared at the red exclamation mark on his phone screen as the anger in his chest finally erupted. He kicked the chair aside. A murderous edge settled between his brows. A suffocating aura hung around him, making the air itself feel oppressive.How could Ophelia have blocked him? How could she possibly think she had the nerve?After Rowan left the hotel, he went home.Lydia called him countless times, but he rejected every single call.The moment he got home, Rowan kicked open the door to the main bedroom.Ophelia’s belongings were all gone. Not only that, she had thrown ever