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How could he possibly love her?
He had nothing but resentment for the Rivers family and hatred for her in his heart, so
how could he possibly fall for his enemy's daughter—fall for the person he despised?
Moreover, if he could, he would have a long time ago.
He would not have hurt her again and again, every wound he gave her inflicting bone-
deep pain, to the point the past her resorted to hypnosis to forget the love she had for
him.
Of course, it was not that she did not believe he was capable of love but that the target of
his love would never be her, Joyce Rivers.
The love he spoke of, therefore, had to be fake. He was only lying to the person on the
other end of the line.
She did not know the reason for that—for him to lie to them—but that did not matter. That
was not something she should feel curious about.
Regardless of whether it was the words of the person on the other end of the line or
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStanley's laughable confession, she should never take them to heart. She had to treat
them as a joke.
Believing in them would be akin to jumping off the ledge into hell, after all.
With that thought in mind, Joyce took a deep breath and began spacing out as she stared
at the patients strolling in the garden.
There were all kinds of patients in the garden—old, young, pregnant women, and the
differently-abled. There were also loving couples, too.
There was one such couple across from Joyce. The man's leg was hurt, and the woman
was sitting by his side, holding up his IV bag as she chatted with him.
The couple was smiling at each other, and they even fed each other snacks. Their good
relationship would make anyone jealous.
Sure enough, Joyce was jealous of them. She was jealous of their relationship and the love
they had for each other.
Although she did not know how intense her love for Stanley had been, she was sure that
the past her must have yearned for a glance from Stanley and for him to reciprocate her
feelings before getting together with her. She had to have wanted a sweet relationship
with him like the couple in front of her.
Alas, the past her never got her wish fulfilled, and her only option was to forget
everything.
Joyce stared at the couple for so long that she ended up catching their attention.
The woman turned around and used Ustranian to ask her what was wrong.
Joyce blinked and came back to her senses. Shaking her head, she sheepishly told the
woman, “I'm sorry. I was jealous to see the two of you so loving toward each other, so I fell
into a daze.”
Hearing her explanation, the woman chuckled. “I see. It seems like you were heartbroken
before.”
Joyce froze for a second before curiously asking, “How did you know?”
The woman chuckled again. “I can tell. Moreover, it's written all over your face. I have a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfriend whose heart had been broken before, and he likes staring at other couples too. His
eyes would be filled with envy, just like how yours were earlier.”
“I see.” Joyce nodded in understanding before flashing the other woman a smile. “Sorry to
have disturbed you.”
“It's fine, it's fine,” the woman reassured. “I can understand how you feel, miss. You
haven't let go of your love yet, have you?”
Joyce blinked in surprise. “Why would you say that?”
I haven't let go of my love for him yet? How can that be? I've already forgotten about
Stanley and my feelings for him. I've let go of my love. This lady must be joking with me,
was what Joyce thought.
However, the woman in front of her explained, “It's because of the envy in your eyes. If
you've really let go of your love, you wouldn't feel that when you see us. Love that you
give up because of heartbreak will make you feel averse toward love, not jealous of it.
Jealousy means that you're still clinging to your past love and have yet to set yourself
free.”
Joyce parted her lips to retort that it was not true, but somehow, she simply could not
force the words out of her mouth.
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