My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance) novel Chapter 158

My Love My Hatred Chapter 158

I pulled the needle out of the back of my hand and it started to bleed. 

Igasped for air and said, “You either let me go or you kill me. Or we keep doing this, hurting each other. I won‘t forgive you and forget about the past.” I said angrily. 

Lance Mason got up from the bed and walked out the room. I knew he didn‘t want all three of the options gave, he just wanted to run away from his problem and tell himself that he still could live normally with me, he just kept telling himself that I would forgive him if he started to treat me better. 

The only problem was, was he treating me better? 

He would start to act like the old 

I didn‘t explain to anyone about my complicated relationship with Lance Mason. I didn‘t explain much when other people thought that we were husband and wife. 

It‘s not like I didn‘t want to explain, I was just too lazy to explain too much to other people. What would I say? Say that he wasn‘t my husband? I was in the gynaecology department because of him, what would other people think 

about me if I told them he wasn‘t my husband? 

People would think that I was his mistress. I never wanted to hear the word ‘mistress‘ anymore, I felt humiliated. 

I was left in the ward alone after the nurse left. The clicking sound of the clock on the wall made me feel so 

lonely. 

People would always look for the person who they rely on most when they are hurt. And the only person I rely on was Javier. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, wanting to see if I could see any information about him on social media. 

I told myself that I just wanted to see if he was safe and what he had been doing, I didn‘t want to bother his 

llogged in to my WhatsApp and wanted to see what he has been doing recently. A lot of messages came in after I logged in to it. They were mostly from Javier and a few from Bosco. I 

He told me that he couldn‘t come here to find me and said that someone was trying to stop him from doing so. 

He said that he was very worried about me and told me to reply to his message so that he would know that I was fine, at the very least. He would feel better if I do so. 

Even though he couldn‘t do much for me at that moment, all of his caring  words broke me down and I couldn‘t contain myself anymore. Tears started to roll down my cheeks and I buried my face in my hands, bawling my eyes out for a long time. My fingers were shaking so hard when I typed the message, and sent the message out to him. 

‘I am fine, don‘t worry,‘ I sent. 

He was quick to reply to me and asked me when I would be going back to Germany. 

Seems like he was waiting for my messages every second to see if I would reply.