All Chapters of REJECTED BY LOVE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

From across the couch in the living room of their apartment, Stanley watches Eloise, the soft evening light filtering through the curtains. They are seated close to each other but quiet. The tension from their recent confrontation still lingers in the air like bad perfume. He looks around at this place that they have called home for the past and a sudden awareness washes over him that he had never noticed just how small it is. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Stanley stands up and opens it to reveal his parents, James and Phyllis, standing there with forced smiles. "Hello, Mother, Father," Stanley says, stepping aside to let them in. Eloise gives them a polite nod but remains seated. Her expression is blank as though their sudden appearance does not surprise her. "Stanley, Eloise," James greets them, his tone brisk. "We wanted to discuss something important." Phyllis, dressed impeccably as always, adds, "Yes, dear. We think it's time we had a serious conversation about your f

Phyllis arrives at Eloise and Stanley's apartment in an elegant, tailored yellow suit and hair so perfectly styled it is a stark contrast to the modest surroundings. She knocks on the door, and Eloise opens it with a polite but guarded expression on her face. "Phyllis, come in," Eloise says as she steps aside to let her mother-in-law enter. "Thank you, dear," Phyllis replies, her voice smooth and controlled. She surveys the apartment with a critical eye before settling herself on the couch. Eloise sits opposite her, folding her hands in her lap. "What brings you here today?" Phyllis smiles, though it doesn't reach her eyes. "I came to talk about Stanley and his father. We both know things have been... strained lately." Eloise nods, waiting for her to continue. Phyllis leans forward slightly. When she speaks, her tone takes on a conspiratorial edge. "I think it would be best for everyone if we could mend this rift. James is very upset, and it's affecting the family business. We ne

Eloise and Stanley stroll through the supermarket, their cart already half-full with groceries. They share a list, dividing and conquering to make the shopping trip quicker. "I'll grab the produce," Stanley says, giving Eloise a quick kiss on the cheek. "You take care of the dairy and bakery stuff?" "Sure thing," Eloise replies, smiling. She watches him walk away, then turns down the dairy aisle, eyeing the shelves for the best options. At seven months pregnant, her movements are slower, but she feels a sense of contentment, imagining their new life with their baby. As she reaches for a carton of milk, an older woman with a kind yet intense gaze steps beside her. Her appearance is striking: long, flowing gray hair, a colorful scarf, and a deep, penetrating stare. "You should be careful," the woman says softly, her voice tinged with an otherworldly seriousness. "Bad things may befall you soon." Eloise's heart skips a beat. She turns to the woman, her mind racing. "Excuse me?" she a

Charlotte stands outside Mary Lou’s door, a bag of baked treats in hand. She takes a deep breath before she knocks. Moments later, Mary Lou opens the door, her expression wary. "What do you want, Charlotte?" Mary Lou asks in a flat tone. "I brought these," Charlotte says, holding up the bag. "And I want to apologize." Mary Lou hesitates, eyeing the bag suspiciously before stepping aside to let Charlotte in. "Alright, come in." Inside, Charlotte places the treats on the coffee table, and the two of them sit down awkwardly. "I'm really sorry for everything," Charlotte begins. "I haven’t been having you followed, I swear." Mary Lou frowns. "What about your mother? Could she be behind this?" Charlotte shakes her head emphatically. "My mother is too busy with serious issues to concern herself with our... love drama. But I can understand why you'd think that." Mary Lou studies Charlotte for a moment, then nods slowly. "Okay. I believe you." Charlotte breathes a sigh of relief. "Than

Mary Lou takes a deep breath before knocking on Daniel's door. Her heart pounds in her chest, but she steels herself, determined to face him. Here she is about to face another man, the second one in just one year who has violated her personal boundaries. Is there something about her that attracts these men to her, she wonders. When Daniel opens the door, he is visibly surprised to see her. "Mary Lou," he says. "What a surprise. Come in." She steps inside. Her eyes scan the room and she notes its familiarity but wills herself not to feel at home. "I need to talk to you," she says, her voice steady. Daniel closes the door behind her and gestures for her to sit, but she remains standing. "What’s this about?" he asks, a hint of unease creeping into his tone. "I know you’ve been stalking me," Mary Lou says bluntly, looking him straight in the eye. "I have proof." "What are you talking about? That’s ridiculous,” he says, his tone shifting immediately from the warmth he had been feigning