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When Time Stopped, Love Was Lost

When Time Stopped, Love Was Lost

Author: Rabbit
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1363    |    Released on: 15/06/2026

out time. He had to wake up at exactly 7:05

thirty minutes. The second time

dangerously high fever, yet

ed by. I kept urgi

breakfast at his u

es. Besides, children build stronger immun

owing hotter by the minute, and urged him to g

and said, "Then I won't make it to the office by 7:50. W

rang. It was his assi

ed my ankle. Could y

ce. He grabbed the car keys

gent to deal with. C

ed and asked why we h

's ashes in my arm

r can't go h

ther co

..

the phone was shar

to mean? Even if you're angry with

d urn, my fingerti

had lodged inside it. I could

with a flat s

airs. Fallen sycamore le

ith a soft click,

r in the living room

of the sofa, with Emily beside him

lips, a tenderness I had not

in, that smile vanished.

empty space behind me,

e's C

of something, and his ex

idn't you? That's fine. My mother said a co

ched for my hand. It was

back and a

guilt written

have been delayed. Please don't be angry with Mr. Carter. He works so hard, and since yo

rson" drove into my

the memory of yesterda

forgot all about the departure time he normally guarded like

the ride-hailing app kept sho

my arms. She forced out a smile an

t hurt. Tears, te

de, begging anyone kind enoug

ung woman sto

locked the roads solid. Tr

ing grew weake

mmy" in my arms, she ne

he doctors tried to save her, but in the end,

re. We couldn'

mouth into a smile. My la

ur own daughter's life mattered less than

me away, his

ng about? Chloe was an accident. St

ng was meaningless. The last

get div

, yet they struck the living room like a

oment. Then he let o

g now? You've been stuck at home so lo

to smooth

ry right now. Please don't fig

pped her and loo

pty. You can stay there from now on. Emily and I will be discu

ed looking at me, as

irs, pulled out my suit

not ow

erything I actually used fit int

htstand, my hand brushed a

f three. Beneath it, she had written, "D

s from falling. They blu

ompany, we had squeezed int

obsessive about time, but he

and go several blocks out of his way

e day of meetings just to

nged the day E

very one of his

would place warm wate

utes in advance, and she always refilled his

longer belonged

ketchbook into

droom door opened. Daniel walked in, ca

und me from behind, his

wrong today. There's noth

into a brief daze, as if I had been pulled back to t

ow at 7:30, I'll go pick Chloe up

, my whole body stiffened, a

ay and looked at him

can't go back either. I've drafted the di

deathly pale. He star

sane? You're still

truth, I felt only exhaustion. I did not wan

t o

the door

n drifted from the room next door. His a

headboard and did n

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“My husband, Daniel Carter, was obsessive about time. He had to wake up at exactly 7:05, and breakfast had to begin at 7:15 sharp. Even sex was limited to exactly thirty minutes. The second time was up, he pulled away and left. That day, our daughter had a dangerously high fever, yet he still refused to leave. Every second dragged by. I kept urging Daniel to hurry. But he only ate his breakfast at his usual unhurried pace. "My breakfast has to last a full ten minutes. Besides, children build stronger immune systems when they tough it out a little." I touched my daughter's forehead, which was growing hotter by the minute, and urged him to give me the car keys so I could take her myself. Daniel did not even look up. He slowly adjusted his tie and said, "Then I won't make it to the office by 7:50. Wait five more minutes. That's when I'm supposed to leave." Just then, his phone rang. It was his assistant, Emily Morgan. "Mr. Carter, I twisted my ankle. Could you come pick me up?" His expression changed at once. He grabbed the car keys and rushed toward the door. "I have something urgent to deal with. Call a cab yourselves." The next day, he called and asked why we had not gone home yet. I held my daughter's ashes in my arms, numb with grief. "Our daughter can't go home anymore." And neither could we.”