I Hate That I Loved YouChapter 1
In order to force me, a pregnant woman, to have an abortion and get a divorce, my ex-husband, Henry Jones, imprisoned me in a basement and subjected me to relentless torment.
He even went so far as to target my family—my father was falsely accused of crimes and, unable to bear the shame, he jumped to his death. My mother was devastated, she fell gravely ill and never recovered.
Just when I was on the brink of death, my first love, Elijah—the one I had heartlessly broken up with years ago—descended like a savior from the heavens.
“Yvonne, do you regret your choice back then?”
“If you beg me, I’ll take care of everything for you.”
I looked at my dying mother, curled up on a hospital corridor bed, and the enormous medical bill in my hands.
Without hesitation, I played my part.
“I don’t regret it. You know why I left you back then—it was to protect you...”
Elijah’s face darkened with rage, his hatred burning so fiercely that he looked ready to tear me apart.
What he didn’t know was—I was telling the truth.
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He gave me a large sum of money, handled my father’s funeral, and paid for my mother’s treatment. The only condition was that I become his secret mistress.
I knew it was punishment, but I had no other choice.
I needed money, and Elijah was no longer the penniless student he once was. He had wealth—enough to buy my life outright.
For the next three years, scandal after scandal surrounded him. He frequented places of debauchery, each outing more outrageous than the last.
Each time, I was ordered to wait outside.
Except this time—this time, he sent me a message, telling me to come up.
The moment I stepped into the room, I heard the last voice I ever wanted to hear—my ex-husband, Henry.
“You really went all out just to make Yvonne come crawling back. Framing her father, driving her mother to sickness—aren’t you afraid that if she finds out the truth, she’ll stab you in your sleep?”
“If she kills me, her mother will die too.”
As soon as those words came out, a deafening silence descended. Then, a voice tinged with fear rang, “You paid me to put on a show and force Yvonne to leave. Now that you’ve got what you wanted, we’re even after this final payment.”
“Tsk, a used-up woman, and yet you treat her like a treasure, Mr. Ross.”