By the Time You Regretted Me, I had stopped loving you — Novel

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In a world where love and debts intertwine, Dahlia finds herself trapped in a web of betrayal and manipulation. Her engagement to Argus, a man whose affection seems as hollow as his demands, shatters when a simple debt collection spirals into a nightmare. As Argus reveals the staggering price of their relationship, Dahlia grapples with the shocking realization that her worth is measured in monetary terms rather than love.

When desperation drives her to accept a humiliating challenge for her father's treatment, she soon discovers that Argus holds the ultimate power over her fate. With her father's life hanging in the balance, can Dahlia navigate the treacherous waters of betrayal without losing herself in the process? As Argus's cruel games escalate, the question looms—will she find a way to reclaim her life, or will she be consumed by the very love she once believed in?

In a tale filled with sharp twists and raw emotions, Dahlia must confront the truth of her past and the depths of her resilience. Will she break free from the chains of a love that has turned deadly, or is she destined to pay a price far greater than she ever imagined?

By the Time You Regretted Me, I had stopped loving youChapter 1

I had only gone to Celine, my fiance’s step-sister to collect a debt. That was it. Just money she owed.

But the next day, Argus, my fiance threw a thick ledger straight at me. It hit my chest and dropped to the floor like it weighed a thousand pounds.

“Pick it up,” he said, voice cold and sharp, like I was nothing more than something stuck under his shoe. “Go on. Read it carefully. Every single page.”

My hands shook as I bent down. Something felt wrong. Terribly wrong.

I opened it and my vision blurred for a second.

It was everything.

Every single thing he had ever spent on me in five years.

A custom-made gown worth fifty thousand dollars. A limited-edition supercar he said was “just a gift.” Diamond sets, private island vacations, luxury suites, chartered yachts. Even the smallest things were there… a gourmet dessert, late-night wine, flowers I thought meant something.

All written down.

Every cent counted.

Even the hotel rooms. Even the clothes he bought for me.

My fingers tightened around the pages. My chest felt tight. Was this… what I meant to him?