All Chapters of Forever Loved, Like Day One: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

The next day, being a weekend, Linda called Nathan first thing in the morning.After days of her pestering him about work, Nathan answered irritably, "Even if there's paperwork to sign, can't it wait until Monday?"Linda got straight to the point. "Where are you?"Silence fell on the other end.Linda couldn't help herself. "Still taking care of Nina? Do all those years with Hannah mean nothing to you?""Linda, you're usually so mature. Why are you being unreasonable like Hannah?"Nathan said, "Our relationship is fine. You don't need to worry."Linda laughed at this. "Fine? Are you sure? Do you even know where she is right now?"Her voice carried anger on Hannah's behalf.All these years, they'd watched Hannah struggle alongside him.Just when things were looking up.Nathan showed his true colors.Nathan grew angry too. "Did she tell you about our fight?""Fight?"Linda was stunned.Hannah had already fled hundreds of miles away to marry someone else.Yet here was Natha

Since returning home, mom hardly left my side except when I slept.She helped me plan every detail of the wedding.As she put it, your once-in-a-lifetime wedding has to be perfect.Today, the Hendersons and Davis came to visit.They brought many expensive gifts.The Hendersons visited today with Davis, bringing an array of luxurious gifts. Mrs. Henderson clasped an elegant diamond bracelet around my wrist, her eyes twinkling. "I can't wait to have you in the family," she smiled. "Maybe you can help me soften that serious son of mine.""He's always so stoic," she added with a fond shake of her head.I blushed, glancing instinctively at Davis.Sure enough, he wore his poker face."Mrs. Henderson, I..." I stumbled over my words. "Mr. Henderson..."The moment that formal title slipped out, everyone turned to look at me.Including The Mr. Henderson himself.Davis's expression was unreadable, almost mocking. "Miss Jefferson certainly understands the nature of this wedding arran

The color drained from his face with each screenshot he saw.Each message was like a slap across his face.He couldn't speak.His eyes were red with emotion.I felt nothing, just held out my hand emotionlessly. "Did you bring the pendant? Linda said you wouldn't give it to her."Then, before he could make excuses, I added, "If not, you can FedEx it to me when you get back to Brookshire.""Hannah..." His voice was hoarse, looking at me almost pleadingly. "Can't you give me one more chance? Just one.""Nathan."I blinked. "In relationships, you only get one chance at trust."Just one chance for complete trust.Once that trust breaks, even if you try to piece it back together, all that's left are doubts and suspicion.Over time, you only grow to resent each other more.That kind of life was never an option for me.Nathan's trembling fingers twitched before he finally handed over the pendant.I took it without hesitation.The moment I did, all strength seemed to leave him.

Nina couldn't believe her ears."She's marrying someone else, and you're giving her such an expensive gift? This apartment's market value...""She's worth it."Nathan tossed out these words and walked away.Nina hurried after him. "Where are you going?""I have plans. Go home by yourself.""..."Nina was left behind, her body too sore to keep up.She had to take a cab home.But unlike Hannah's patient nature, by nine o'clock she was calling Nathan repeatedly.When he didn't answer, she kept calling.Kept texting.Hannah might be easy to fool, but she wasn't.Once you lose sight of a man, he could be with any woman.She couldn't understand what spell Hannah had cast on him.Before, he'd never seemed that deeply in love with Hannah.Now he was acting like some devoted lover.It wasn't until 2 AM that her phone finally lit up.But it wasn't Nathan's voice on the other end.It was one of his friends."Nina, Nathan's drunk. He keeps saying he wants to go home, but won't

I focused on the key detail. “When exactly was your college reunion?” “Earlier this month, I think it was the 6th,” Sarah replied. “…” Grandpa had brought up the idea of a marriage alliance with the Hendersons on the 8th. The timing was just too coincidental. Seeing my distracted look, Sarah nudged my arm. “What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?” “Sarah,” I hesitated, then asked in disbelief, “Are you saying Davis liked me for a while and asked you for information about me?” “What else could it be? Do you think he just randomly decided to ask about you for no reason?” “…” The whole day, my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I couldn’t help but think back to what Davis had admitted in the car a few days ago—that he liked someone. My emotions were in turmoil: surprise, confusion, disbelief, and even… a tiny spark of happiness. Happiness that my future husband liked me so much. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Just past