All Chapters of The Love That Passed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Colleen’s POV“Hubby, can I borrow some money?” I asked sweetly, my voice laced with warmth and false confidence, even though the icy glare he shot me was enough to freeze me in place. How could I not pretend to be close to him when I’m technically his wife?“Why would I give you anything?” Jared snapped, fury seeping through every word like venom. “Do you really think that just because I agreed to marry you, you automatically get whatever you want from me? Just like that?” His tone was laced with disgust, as if even talking to me was beneath him.I should’ve known better. I don’t even know why I still tried approaching him. Deep down, I knew, he would never say yes.***That happened two years ago, right after our wedding which only took place because his mother wanted it so badly. At the time, I had just found out that, after waiting what felt like an eternity, a donor heart had finally become available.It was a match. My heart, my broken, failing heart finally had a chance. Can you

Jared’s POVDoubt gnawed at me as I sat, wondering if Stacey would accept the decision I was about to make. The thought of telling her everything about my upcoming wedding made my stomach twist in fear.How could I even begin to explain something that would crush her?In the end, I decided to keep our conversation simple and direct. I already knew it would hurt her, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her the real reason we had to end things.Honestly, our relationship was almost too good to be true. We never fought like other couples did. No shouting, no slamming of doors, no dramatic walkouts.If anything, Stacey was the one keeping our relationship grounded, always the calm to my storm. Even when I was on the verge of lashing out, she stayed composed. She understood my flaws and embraced them in ways I never thought anyone could.There were times when I failed to meet her expectations, especially during business trips. I didn’t always bring her gifts or surprises when we saw each ot

Third Person's POV The breakup with Stacey angered Jared so much. He pitied her for hurting her, and he was sure that Stacey was mad at him now. He thought Stacey loved him so much. That's why he felt frustrated. As for Colleen, the woman he was about to marry, he didn't know what would happen to her. Marriage is a lifetime commitment for him, and he believes in the sanctity of marriage. If there was something in this world that Jared was most serious about, it was marriage. Jared was now in their library and decided to read to get rid of everything that was happening in his life in his head for a moment. For him, reading was the best medicine to clear his mind. He has been a bookworm ever since, and he has brought that up to himself until now. He was sitting on the couch reading a Tom Clancy book when his sister Ingrid got in and got his attention. "What do you want?" he asked, putting the book on his lap. He was sitting comfortably on the couch with a cup of coffee, sitting at th

Jared's POV After my breakup with Stacey, I stayed at home. I was feeling guilty towards her, and I was afraid I might go and see her if I didn't distance myself from her. I needed to calm myself and be rational about everything. I didn't want to have a fight with my mom and sister. They had relied on me ever since my dad passed away, and he asked me to take care of both my mom and sister, Ingrid. I didn't want to break my promise to him, as I knew he had done everything to protect us as well. Now that it was my turn, I had to hold myself back so I wouldn't hate them. I love Stacey, but maybe not as much as I love my family. It's not entirely about the company; that's why I decided to agree with them. It was for them as well. We are close to each other, and I didn't want matters like this to break our family apart. I went to our mini library and decided to calm myself there through reading. I really need it. I asked one of our maids to bring me a cup of coffee as well. I was in my r

Dr. Gerard's POV I called Colleen to make sure that she didn't forget her check-up for later. Although she was very punctual, I always made myself present in her daily life. I always feel like I want to protect her with everything. She was my patient, who was about to die in three years if she didn't manage to have her surgery on time. She was alone, and her parents lived separately with their new families, and none of them knew about her condition. I admire her for being strong and good-spirited. I never saw her lose hope when it came to her situation. She was always positive in her way of thinking, and even if she ended up thinking she would die, I never saw her eating sad. I remember when I offered her my help. "Why don't you accept my help?" I asked her. "You already waived your professional fee for me. I didn't want you to spend it on my surgery as well," she replied. "You will have your own family, and the amount of my surgery was enough for you to take care of them and give