Chapter 638 We’re Done With This Guy

• Back then, Mr. Luellen was far from perfect. He was an insomniac with a messed‑up mind—paranoid, jealous, quick to snap. If she so much as stood a little too close to another guy, he’d throw a fit. But he loved her. God, he loved her.
• When his illness flared, he crashed his car and lay in a pool of blood. He clutched his phone and called her. Hazel, it hurts. Come home.
• When it got worse and he couldn’t sleep, he turned into a creepy stalker, tailing her step by step, watching from dark corners. He knew he was sick. So even when it tore him apart, he tried to let go of her hand.