The Love Hypothesis By Ali Hazelwood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My breath hitched as a million questions swirled in my head. “You are such a rare fool, you know. I can't believe there is still someone as stupid as you who will love a woman despite his knowledge about her barrenness,” she said dejectedly. I could not believe my ears when I heard her. I thought I was dreaming but I wasn't. Hazel really meant what she said. Even Boris and Rose were surprised just as I was. The world spun. My voice came out a broken whisper, "Did you just say... loved me? You never loved me?" I needed confirmation, to grasp at the horrifying truth unraveling before me.

He was her mate, and I had failed to protect him. Hazel looked at me, pain in her eyes. “What kind of love did he have for me to let himself suffer like this, even after realizing I had used wolfsbane on him?” She turned to the lady now almost in tears, “Welcome back..” she fretted but Maddox's mum refused to respond. “I am sorry that I had tried to kill him… but he still loved me.” Hazel let out. She snorted at this, “So you admit that you are the devil in disguise.”

Then what happened now? Hazel gasped with horror while her eyes held me captive. My gaze dropped to her parted lips. I wanted a taste of her sweetness for the first and last time. She released me and grabbed hold of my jacket collars. “Don’t say such a thing, Stavros. You must stay alive for me. Promise me you’ll be careful. Promise me you’ll look after yourself. I know you’ll emerge victorious!” she whispered desperately, her eyes sparkling with hope and much more. I was sure it was love. My Hazel has always loved me the most in the entire world. I stood mesmerized by her innocent beauty. “Kiss me, then, Hazel. I’m waiting for the first and maybe the last kiss of my wretched life.”

When Uncle Christopher found out, he severed all ties with the Linds and hasn't spoken to her since. I let out a quiet hum in response. Then, I asked Zoe how she'd been. She said she was fine before steering the conversation back to Christopher. "Willow, about Uncle Christopher… Do you really think it's over between you two? I mean, I saw how you were together for four years. It's just such a shame to see it end like this." My tone sharpened. "Love is built on loyalty, Zoe. It's not something you share. Could you accept your partner constantly hurting you because of someone else?"

It was Hazel. Vivian and I? We were addicted. Heat and fury. Sex and madness. We pulled at each other like poison and antidote, needing each other like poison needs the cure—desperate, dangerous, but never right. But Hazel? She was the one I loved. I’d looked for her. Secretly, quietly. They said she stole jewelry and vanished. But I didn’t believe it; I just couldn’t. That wasn’t the girl I loved. That wasn’t the girl who looked at me like I was more than just a name and a bank account.

"Maverick, are your ears broken, or are your comprehension skills just that bad? Let me tell you one more time—I don't love you anymore. I will never marry you. I can't wait to get as far away from you as possible." He stubbornly insisted, "Lia, you're just saying this out of anger. You loved me so much before. How could you just stop loving me?" "Maverick, my love for you faded a long time ago. Ever since Emma came back, you've ignored me over and over again. Believe it or not, I truly don't love you anymore."

I clenched my fists, my voice shaking as I whispered, “You can’t stay here… not with my husband. This… this isn’t right. It’s just not.” Hazel’s laugh was sharp and cruel. “Oh, darling,” she purred, stepping closer, “your sweet little fantasies are over. I already spent the night with your husband. And now…” She paused, letting the weight of her words crush me further, “…I think you should leave. I wouldn’t want your pathetic face to ruin his mood.” I staggered back, my vision blurring with tears. “Please…” I choked, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Hazel. Don’t do this. Don’t destroy my life. I love Areen. I can’t live without him. I beg you…”

For ten years, he had hated Liliana, believing she had ruthlessly abandoned him. For ten years, he had subjected her to one humiliation after another. All the pieces of the puzzle slammed into place. Liliana hadn't left because she didn't love him; she left because she thought she was dying and didn't want to be a burden. It was Ava. All of it. A scheme she had designed. This woman had tricked him into hating the person who loved him most for a full decade! "Bring Ava to me," Bruno's voice was terrifyingly calm.

When I opened my eyes, I found Reynold anxiously hovering by my bedside. Seeing me awake, he immediately asked, "Honey, how are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Let me get you some warm water." He rose quickly as if terrified I might be thirsty. However, I held his arm and shook my head, saying softly, "Reynold, let's get a divorce."