All Chapters of The Girl He Hates: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Mom see, I brought a lot of groceries,” I said, placing a big sack full of veggies, meat, eggs, toiletries, and everything that was necessary for us to survive for a whole week. The last few days have been hard; we barely had enough to fill ourselves, and after Dad's accident, Mom totally scattered. She still tries her best, but I can see how broken and hurt she was after that day. Her smile and the cheerful, bubbly attitude of my mother somehow faded away, and there has been a 180-degree change in her personality. I don’t like seeing her scattered but, no matter how much I try, I can't help her. It's been difficult for me to witness the toll that Dad's accident has taken on my mother. Despite her efforts, it's clear that she is struggling to cope with the emotional and physical aftermath. I wish there was more I could do to support her during this challenging time. “Jason,” Mom called, with her voice sounding weaker than usual. “Come sit beside me,” she said, patting the empty spa

“What the hell are you doing here,” I asked, the guy who was standing in front of me and staring at me head to toe like a hungry beast waiting for his meal. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy as if he could see right through me. The air grew thick with tension, leaving me wondering what his intentions were for being here.“It’s my house, and I can come and go wherever I want,” he said as he stood next to the sink to wash his hands. I watched him closely, trying to gauge his true intentions. His nonchalant response only fueled my curiosity further. As he dried his hands, a sly smile played on his lips, leaving me even more unsettled.I didn’t want my husband to see me like this with my body completely bare, so I turned my back, not giving any attention to him, and immediately covered my body with a towel nearer my range.“Don’t you have any manners?_____ How can you enter my bathroom without knocking?” I heard him chuckle at my question without giving it any consideration.And before

I never thought that Kiera would be so kind and caring to Aria and watch her concern for Aria. The way she cradles Aria in her arms, singing for her and caressing her with loving warmth in her appearance, is truly heartwarming. Because, once I thought that Kiera’s kindness made me forget that she’s the same daughter that I hate and that I married, only to see her father suffer. And Aria, whom I couldn’t soothe or prevent the tears from streaming from her eyes, Kiera did in a few minutes. Aria is the only family I have left, and my heart bleeds to see Aria in pain. Not because the sight of suffering makes me suffer, but because I couldn’t do anything to make her pain go away. The same old question continues in my mind: whenever I see Aria like this, thinking how cruel a human can be? For hurting someone so small and charming, someone who couldn’t even describe the pain she feels in words, someone so young as Aria. And I’m so ashamed that the reason for her suffering is none other t

It’s been a day since the accident happened in the kitchen. My hand still hurts, but things could have been worse if Jason hadn’t acted fast at that time. Jason's quick thinking and immediate response saved me from a potentially more severe injury. But Jason, lingering on his true self, returned to his same attitude as before and continued ignoring me. Despite his heroic actions during the accident, Jason's behavior towards me remained unchanged. It was disheartening to see that his selflessness didn't extend beyond that moment, leaving me feeling neglected and unimportant once again. It’s not like care, but his change in attitude from time to time irritates the hell out of me. In my life, there is only one person who genuinely loves and cares for me, My dad. There’s only one person in my life who genuinely loves me and cares for me, my dad. In my life, there is only one person who genuinely loves and cares for me, my dad. All my life, I have lived with my dad. We had a relationship

I wake up feeling somebody caressing my hair. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jason with his eyes closed, his arm wrapped around my body, and my head over his shoulder. I see we’re both stretched out in Jason’s bed in his room. How do we end up here? If I remember right, I was at the hospital. So how did we end up in Jason’s bed? I tried to remove myself from Jason’s grasp. The movement caused him to sway his body and open his eyes. He blinks a few times, his expression changing from confusion to recognition. "Oh, hey," he mumbled sleepily. "I guess we fell asleep here last night," said Jason, rubbing one another’s eyes with the back of his right hand and yawning. I just looked at him, disturbed by his sudden shift in behavior. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I observed Jason's nonchalant response. It was as if he was trying to brush off the situation, leaving me with even more questions about how we ended up in his bed. Jason never shared a bed with me before; then why no