All Chapters of Goodbye My Love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

After meeting Xander at lunch.Hannah decided to go to the park to clear her mind.“You’re being nice to him again, Hannah.” She mumbles while walking.She’s immersed in deep thought that she can’t even enjoy the fresh air, hear the melodic chirping birds, the cold wind, and the good cloudy weather. All she could think of was the concern and care she was starting to feel towards Xander. She began to consider the fact that they are in the same boat, two parents navigating their feelings toward losing their only child.She smiled mockingly at the idea in her mind and it left a sour taste in her mouth. She began pushing all her feelings for him aside and concentrating on the abuse he had put her through.“Being nice doesn't get you loved, Hannah. It gets you used,” she said to herself.Shortly, she saw a bench. She sat there and, for the first time, began to see and enjoy the scenery in front of her. She lifted her head, taking in the warm sun, and stared at the clouds.She let out a lig

Lani sat in front of her vanity mirror. She stared at her face with sorrow in her eyes. She intently gazed at the fine lines on her forehead, mouth, and around her eyes.Even with the variety of anti-aging creams she uses and the expensive treatments she avails, it renders no match for the inevitable reality of time that has been passing by. She sighed and an air of disappointment was written all over her face. She was tired of the mask she built around her. No matter how many, jewelry, luxury bags, and branded clothes can’t hide the unavoidable truth that she’s nothing more than a bastard and was treated as such growing up.No matter how lavish she portrays herself in public, she knows she’s still the young girl who grew up on the outskirts with her stripper mother and a wealthy father who never once loved her.She smiled bitterly, and her eye caught a glimpse of her husband's photo. A photo taken almost two decades ago.She stared at Bernard’s smiling youthful face,“Look at your be

After Gloria’s outburst, Denise and Xander are kicked out of Hannah’s room.Denise wanted to go with Xander, but he was too upset to even look at her. He didn’t utter a word to her. The only thing she got was a resentful gaze as he drove out of the parking lot.Denise felt aggrieved but coaxed herself that Xander would come around once Hannah was gone.She soon walked to her car and dialed Lani to give her an update. “Hannah’s still alive. She’s in a coma right now.” She reports.Lani grunted in disappointment, “From now on, don’t do anything. I’ll take care of everything on my own end. What I want you to do is take care of Xander. He’s been acting weird lately,” she replied.Lani’s words were like music to Denise’s ears. “Of course.”The moment the calls ended, Lani instantly called another number.“I have a job for you. I’ll send you the details later.” She said. Her eyes filled with animosity. The tinge of guilt she felt before and the deal she made with Hannah about safety is now

Xander had just finished an important meeting at the Miller Group when he decided to spend the remainder of his day in the hospital. He might not be allowed to enter Hannah’s room, but at least he feels good knowing that she’s a few feet away from him, and she’s safe with all her friends around her. However, there was a part of him that wanted to take her away and hide her somewhere safe where he could hold her hand every day until she woke up. He knew he could do it easily, but he also knew that once she woke up and learned about it, she'd hate him even more.Unintentionally, he began touching his left ear. He could still feel the scab from his gunshot wound. He couldn’t stop recollecting the look on her face when she shot him. He was fixing his stuff when an envelope on his table caught his attention. “I almost forgot about that,” he said to himself as he read through the primary investigation report of the fire. His eyes dilated, “Possible suicide?” he mumbled in disbelief. “Wha

“I wonder where I put that boy’s necklace,” Hannah mumbles to herself while holding her memorial pendant and staring blankly at Bridget’s urn.She was in a trance attempting to remember everything that had happened the day she saved the boy from drowning.“Did he tell me his name?”“What does he look like?” She asked herself. In the depths of her mind, something started flickering, and slowly a blurry image was forming in her head.“I remember he was thin.”“He has brunette hair.”“Blue expressive eyes…” She recalls. Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her hand jolting her back to her senses.“Hannah, are you okay? Are you listening to what I said?” Leon asks. Still startled, she could only nod her head. He grinned, “Good. The doctor said you can start eating solid food... And on the latest results of your check-up and lab tests. They said you can go home in three days.” He added while arranging the food on the table in front of her.She gave him a thankful smile.Meanwhile…Ron was