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

Colleen "Hubby, can you lend me some money?" I asked my husband, Jared, my voice filled with uncertainty. His gaze bore into me with a mixture of anger and frustration. "Why would I give you money? Do you think just because I agreed to marry you, I will give you what you want just like that?" he retorted, his words laced with resentment. That moment had taken place two years ago, not long after we had gotten married. At that time, I was battling a severe illness, and my doctor had just delivered the news that a compatible heart was available for me. The prospect of extending my life through surgery had filled me with hope, but there was a significant hurdle: the cost. So, I turned to my husband, desperately seeking his support. However, he met my plea with stubborn silence, his resentment unabated. I understood his anger all too well. Our marriage had been orchestrated by his mother and sister, leaving him with no choice but to marry me against his will. He didn't love me; he loved

Jared's POV Uncertainty gnawed at me as I contemplated whether Stacey would agree to this unusual arrangement. The prospect of revealing all the intricate details of my impending marriage was daunting. I decided it was best to keep the conversation with Stacey simple and straightforward. She needed to know that I had no intention of severing our relationship because of the company's demands. To be perfectly honest, our relationship was almost too good to be true. We had never experienced those fierce arguments or heated disagreements that often test a couple's bond. Stacey had a remarkable way of managing our relationship with grace and poise. She never lost her temper with me, even when circumstances pushed me to the brink. It was as if she were immune to my flaws. There had been moments when I failed to meet Stacey's expectations, like the time she waited for me at a boutique until it closed. The clothes she desired were sold to another customer because my flight had been delayed

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