I Gave Him My Heart, He Gave Me Hell のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

The alcohol stung my eyes, but I forced myself not to blink. "As long as the money's right, you can say whatever you want."Jase Prescott laughed, but his voice was as cold as ice. "A hundred thousand." He repeated the amount as if he were savoring something disgusting. "Audrey, five years ago, when I begged you to take me back, it was pouring. You told me to get lost. You said I was dirtying your precious home."He paused. "So tell me. Which one of us is dirtier now?"Five years ago, I'd accepted his confession, only to turn around, wrap my arms around another man, and throw Jase out of the mansion.It really had been pouring that night. He'd knelt in the rain while I stood inside the doorway, my voice so cold I barely recognized it myself."You pathetic, dying, sick man. You think you're entitled to talk to me about a future? Get out. Don't dirty my home."Hate me, Jase.Hate lasts longer than love. Hate will let you live without a single burden on your conscience.The doct

Jase stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me. His brow furrowed at the pool of blood on the floor. A flicker of concern crossed his face."What happened? Audrey, you've been living on your own all this time, and you can't even take care of yourself?"Before I could answer, Brielle chimed in with a sweet smile, "I heard Audrey's been involved with hospitals for years. Sometimes she even sells her blood. Could she have caught some nasty disease?"I already knew you weren't exactly virtuous, but I'm surprised you'd sink this low just for money."I opened my mouth, but I couldn't refute her accusations.I'd been dealing with hospitals all these years because I needed to keep track of Jase's condition after the heart-swap procedure.I'd sold my blood only because, after going bankrupt, I had no other way to afford my medication.But how could I tell him that?He was such a fool. Even now, when he hated me with every fiber of his being, the truth would still break his heart.

Third-Person POVSitting on a hospital bench, Jase suddenly remembered the look Audrey had given him when he'd stood by and watched Brielle force her to drink.Her eyes had been filled with despair and anguish, yet there had also been an inexplicable sense of relief, almost as though she'd finally been set free.He couldn't understand what kind of state of mind could make someone look at another person that way.An inexplicable ache wound through his chest. His heart felt as though it were being squeezed, making it difficult to breathe.He got to his feet, overwhelmed by the feeling that he'd lost something important.After the doctor confirmed that Brielle was fine, he found himself inexplicably wanting to call Audrey.Maybe he'd gone too far. After all, he'd only agreed to be with Brielle because she resembled Audrey so much.Brielle had been his junior at college. Back then, before Audrey had driven him away, Brielle had already been pursuing him.Throughout that time, Jase

Jase looked at the doctor. "Audrey left something for me?"The doctor held out a small box and placed it in Jase's hands. "Yes."Inside was a small wooden amulet bearing a single carved initial.Jase took it out and gently traced the carved initial with his fingers. Memories came crashing over him like a tidal wave, sweeping him away.It was the only keepsake his parents had left him. It was an ordinary-looking protective amulet, yet it carried more emotion than words could express.His parents, whom he'd never had the chance to meet, had made it from a piece of century-old wood. According to the story, they'd sealed it with their own blood and spent weeks praying over it, believing it would protect him from harm."When you meet someone you can entrust your entire life to, someone you can spend your whole life with and trust completely, give it to that person."Back then, under the pretext of giving her a birthday present, he'd stood on tiptoe and secretly slipped it around Audr

Beneath the gentle midday sunlight, I lay on the spacious bed in the mansion, watching the news on television."Brielle Carter has been sentenced to life imprisonment for first-degree murder," the newsreader announced."What a familiar name. Do I know her?"The man beside me heard my voice and gently stroked my head. "Who knows? Whatever the case, she's no longer part of your life."I tilted my head up and smiled at him. "Honey, I want steak. Go make me some."He answered indulgently, "All right, I'm on it, you little foodie."I couldn't remember my past.All I knew was that I'd once been on the brink of death, and that Clark Whitaker was now the person who loved me most in the world.When I woke after surgery, he told me he'd found me lying by the side of the road. I had been barely alive, my heartbeat almost gone. He took me to the hospital and saved my life.He took meticulous care of every aspect of my daily life, and I gradually lost myself in his tenderness. In time, we