When I Stopped Loving Him, He Started to Care 20

When I Stopped Loving Him, He Started to Care 20

Chapter 201 

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For the next few days, there was a strange quiet in my world. Kevin’s flowers had stopped arriving 

No white roses. No lavenders. No handwritten notes tucked between petals. At first, I found myself wondering whywas he sick? Had he finally given up

And then the thought struck me: Does it matter

The answer was no. It didn’t. I didn’t want his flowers. I didn’t want his words. I didn’t want to carry the weight of his guilt any longer

For the first time in months, I breathed without a shadow behind me

Then, one moming, a package arrived

Not flowers

A box

Inside was something I hadn’t seen since I was a childa necklace. Gold, delicate, with a tiny sapphire in the center. My mother’s I’d searched for it years ago, but it had vanished when Jasmine first moved into the picture. We’d all assumed it was stolen, Gone forever. But now, it was here.

Wrapped in velvet Clean. Untouched

Alongside it, a note in neat, unfamiliar handwriting.” 

Isabella 

I know no gift could undo the years that were stolen from you. But this, at least, belongs back where it always should’ve been

It’s over now. Jasmine will never come near you again. Nor will Kevin

Not even I will trouble you again, unless you wish it

I failed you as a father And I do not ask for forgiveness. But I offer this as peace

Gregory 

I stared at the note for a long time. Longer than I meant to !! 

My fingers clutched the necklaceheavy with memoryand for the first time since I was a little girl, I let myself cry for the father I wished I’d had, and the one who never knew how to protect me.X 

I didn’t forgive him.

Not yet

But for now, I accepted the silence. And that, somehow, was enough

The next evening, another message arrivedthis time digital. I nearly deleted it when I saw the name

Kevin

But I opened it

I know I’m the last person you ever want to hear from, but I need to say this anyway

I’m sorry. For Jasmine. For not believing you. For leaving you when you needed me most. For every bruise I never saw. For every word I never said when it mattered

They made me pay for what I did. I deserved it. You’ll never see me again, Isa. But I hope someday you’ll find happiness with someone who never makes you doubt yourself, I loved you. I ruined you. And now I’m letting go

I stared at the screen, heart still, hands cold 

And thenI closed the message. Deleted it

It was over

Finally, over

That night, I dressed slowly, my hands still trembling slightly. The necklace lay around my throat, catching the low light of the lamps as I stepped into the hallway. I was heading to the gallery. Troy had stayed late finishing a commissioned piece, and I wanted to see himto talk, to feel normal 

To move forward 

I smiled softly as I walked toward the door, my heart lighter than it had felt in a long time

But when I arrived at the gallery, something felt of 

The lights were already on

I paused just outside the glass door, adjusting my coat, my breath fogging against the chill of the evening

Inside, I saw Troy 

And thenI wasn’t alone.

There was a woman standing close to him

Too close

Tall, elegant, dressed in soft beige with long dark hair curled neatly behind her shoulders. I watched as she reached smiled up at him

But when I arrived at the gallery, something felt off

The lights were already on

I paused just outside the glass door, adjusting my coat, my breath fogging against the chill of the evening.!! 

Inside, I saw Troy

And then1 wasn’t alone

There was a woman standing close to him

Too close 

Tall, elegant, dressed in soft beige with long dark hair curled neatly behind her shoulders. I watched as she reached out, touched his arm, smiled up at him.” 

And then.. 

She kissed him

Right there

Softly. Slowly. Not a rush. Not a mistake

I didn’t move. I couldn’t

The sting was sharp and immediatelike a paper cut across the heart. Deep enough to draw blood, shallow enough to pretend it didn’t matter 

But it did

I stood outside, watching the man I had just chosenthe man I thought I was starting Just like that the air left my lungs

over

withbeing kissed by someone else

Everything stopped 

15 PM 

When I Stopped Loving Him, He Started to Care

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