When I Stopped Loving I Stopped Crying by Edward

Chapter 8 

These were words he had once said to me. 

“Yasmine, I stayed with her in the living room last night, but we didn’t sleep together.‘ I’ve asked him countless times about their relationship, 

but he always dodged the question, speaking to my feelings instead of giving a direct 

answer. 

Now, when I’ve stopped asking, he’s suddenly explaining himself. 

It was really… 

despicable! 

your 

“I have a meeting this afternoon, so I’ll grab lunch first. Do have anything else, planned?” 

There was a pause, and his voice sounded low, tinged with a hint of sadness. 

“Okay, go ahead and eat first.” 

Just as he was about to hang up, he asked another question. 

“Yasmine, it’s the weekend today. Are you coming home tonight?” 

In the past, I would wait at home by the phone, anxiously asking him when he would 

return. 

I never imagined that one day, a talented pianist would ask me the same question. 

If this were in the past, just this gesture alone would have convinced me to go back to him happily. 

But now, my mind was occupied with experiments, data, and tonight’s seminar. “No, I have to work overtime tonight for a seminar.” 

“Why are you working overtime on the weekend? Who will attend the seminar?” Once, he went on tour and didn’t allow me to accompany him. 

“Chandler, who are the people around you at work? Can you give me their phone numbers? If I can’t reach you, I can contact them.” 

Back then, he had impatiently replied to me, 

“Yasmine, they’re just colleagues at work. Can you please not mix your personal life with my work?” 

But Lily knew the names and phone numbers of every person around him. 

When he was on tour, she even instructed the people around him to book air tickets 

and hotels. 

“They are all 

your colleagues. You don’t know them?” 

“Oh, then you should also take some rest.“” 

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Chapter 8 

“Sure.” 

The call ended, and I thought I would finally have a quiet weekend to put together my report. 

Unexpectedly, I received another call from him just before the seminar. 

“Yasmine, I forgot to bring my keys and can’t get into the house. Can you…”