(No longer in love) Chapter 2: The Confrontation
When Lucian’s call came, I was still in my small, rented apartment, a world away from the opulent mansion we shared – or rather, didn’t share.
He asked where I was and said he would come to pick me up. I deflected his questions about my whereabouts, claiming to be already on my way home. An hour later, I found him slumped on the steps of our house, surrounded by a depressing collection of discarded cigarette butts, the expensive fabric of his suit jacket discarded carelessly beside him.
Why so late?” he demanded.
Traffic,” I murmured.
Before I could take another step, he pulled me into his arms.
In the darkness, his captivating dark eyes once I loved best has become my nightmare for countless nights.
I still remembered, back then, he sent my brother, Alex, who I depended to prison, depite my desperate pleas.
He looked at me with this pair of eyes, his cold, detached voice echoing in my ears, “Millie, Alex made his choices.”
The memory sent a fresh wave of icy dread through me. For months, I’d avoided his gaze, that same gaze that had watched me break down, watched me beg
beg for mercy.
After Katie was released from the hospital, Lucian installed her as his indispensable assistant for compensation.
For her, he fought with ex–husband, broke his leg, and went to the police station.
They were inseparable – business trips, birthdays, even school plays for Katie’s daughter, Lily.
To the outside world, Katie was the other Mrs. Thorne.
Even because we didn’t have child, Lucian’s parents wanted Katie to have their grandchild.
But Katie’s womb remained frustratingly empty.
I tilted my head away from his gaze.
Lucian’s voice, strained and weary, cut through the silence.
“Millie, please… stop this. Are you still hating me for sending Alex to jail?”
Hatred?NO.
I found that hatred couldn’t solve any problems.
Lucian still accompanied Katie.
But my brother was still in jail.
Nightmares haunted me day by day.
I had no hatred.
Also, no love anymore.
his disengaged myself from
embrace, walking towards
the
house.
Gently, I disengaged
It’s cold,” I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion.
