You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 18

You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 18

“I… I never knew you saw me like that…”

“Nora, you actually saw me like that.”

His expression looked almost crazed.

I looked at him calmly.

“Adrian Whitmore, it isn’t that I see you like this. It’s that you acted like this.”

“I remember you never say you regret anything.”

“Don’t make me look down on you.”

I stood and picked up my bag.

“No. Don’t go.”

He grabbed the corner of my clothes.

“Nora, I regret it. I regretted it long ago. Please don’t go.”

“You’re so cruel. How can you be this cruel?”

Adrian gripped me tightly.

“No. You don’t regret it.”

I yanked my clothes free.

“You only regret that you didn’t keep it from me.”

“You only regret that you thought I would compromise for you, give in for you, and stay by your

side forever.”

“You only regret that you weren’t careful enough.”

Adrian’s eyes dodged.

I had hit what was truly in his heart.

On the surface, I was spoiled and willful, but in truth, my heart was very soft.

And I had once relied on him so much. Anyone could see that I loved him deeply.

He was certain that even if I found out, I wouldn’t truly leave him.

I said each word clearly.

“Stop bothering me, Adrian Whitmore.”

“I can’t accept that, Nora. I can’t stand you leaving me. You’re mine.”

“Who’s yours? What a joke. Adrian Whitmore, stop holding onto my wife.”

At some point, Julian had arrived.

He pulled Adrian’s hand away, then turned and held me in his arms.

“Don’t scare our baby.”

“Baby, I heard what you said. You were right.”

Julian’s eyes were full of contempt.

“What kind of man are you?”

“What, you don’t love your gentle, sweet wife anymore?”

Julian pointed at Vivian Shaw.

Adrian’s eyes locked on Julian, then fell on the haggard woman/Realization hit him.

“It was you. It was you. You brought Vivian Shaw to me.”

“It was him, Nora. He sent this woman to me.”

Julian spread his hands.

“I introduced you. But I didn’t do anything else. The one who kept her was you, Adrian Whitmore.”

I patted Julian’s hand.

Then I turned to Adrian.

“So what if it was him? He didn’t force you to keep her. He didn’t grab your hands and

put

them

together.”

“Don’t come looking for me again.”

“Have I never told you? I don’t love you anymore.”

To Adrian, the divorce had felt like a dream. It had come too suddenly.

Before he could do anything, Nora Bloom had vanished.

He had never imagined hearing her say she no longer loved him.

It was him.

He had lost her.

The man let out a bitter laugh.

He watched, dazed, as Julian Foster took her away.

Too cruel.

That sentence was too cruel.

He hadn’t heard it.