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WHY DOESN'T HE REMEMBER HER?

Author: Ella Mart
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-23 20:36:08

MELISSA'S POV

I hadn't woken up fully when they called me into the office. I hadn’t even had coffee yet, and my body felt heavy from lack of proper sleep. The constant beeping of machines, the scent of antiseptic that lingered everywhere which I am already sick of, and the endless cycle of worry had become my life these past few days. Still, I pushed through. For him.

The doctor’s office was quiet when I stepped in, except for the rustle of papers as he went through Xavier’s file. He looked up at me with one of those reassuring smiles doctors seem trained to perfect—warm, but never too emotional.

“Melissa,” he began, folding his hands on the table, "it's about Xavier, “if he maintains this recovery pace, we can discharge him by the weekend. He’ll need to come back for regular checkups over the next few months, but overall… things are looking good.”

I nodded, a wave of relief washing through me, but it was tempered with something else—something uneasy.

“That’s… great news,” I said, m
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  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    WHY DOESN'T HE REMEMBER HER?

    MELISSA'S POV I hadn't woken up fully when they called me into the office. I hadn’t even had coffee yet, and my body felt heavy from lack of proper sleep. The constant beeping of machines, the scent of antiseptic that lingered everywhere which I am already sick of, and the endless cycle of worry had become my life these past few days. Still, I pushed through. For him.The doctor’s office was quiet when I stepped in, except for the rustle of papers as he went through Xavier’s file. He looked up at me with one of those reassuring smiles doctors seem trained to perfect—warm, but never too emotional.“Melissa,” he began, folding his hands on the table, "it's about Xavier, “if he maintains this recovery pace, we can discharge him by the weekend. He’ll need to come back for regular checkups over the next few months, but overall… things are looking good.”I nodded, a wave of relief washing through me, but it was tempered with something else—something uneasy.“That’s… great news,” I said, m

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    WHY DOESN'T HE REMEMBER HER?

    MELISSA'S POV I hadn't woken up fully when they called me into the office. I hadn’t even had coffee yet, and my body felt heavy from lack of proper sleep. The constant beeping of machines, the scent of antiseptic that lingered everywhere which I am already sick of, and the endless cycle of worry had become my life these past few days. Still, I pushed through. For him.The doctor’s office was quiet when I stepped in, except for the rustle of papers as he went through Xavier’s file. He looked up at me with one of those reassuring smiles doctors seem trained to perfect—warm, but never too emotional.“Melissa,” he began, folding his hands on the table, "it's about Xavier, “if he maintains this recovery pace, we can discharge him by the weekend. He’ll need to come back for regular checkups over the next few months, but overall… things are looking good.”I nodded, a wave of relief washing through me, but it was tempered with something else—something uneasy.“That’s… great news,” I said, m

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    SLOWLY FINDING HIM

    MELISSA’S POVIt’s been six weeks since that day—the day when everything felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. And maybe, just maybe, those pieces are starting to fit together again. Not perfectly. Not completely. But enough to give me hope.Xavier is… better. There’s no other word for it.I see it in the way he sits straighter in bed now, in the way his eyes no longer look lost every time he tries to recall something. He still struggles sometimes—still asks me questions that hurt more than I’ll ever admit, questions like, “Why do I feel like I know you so well?” Or “Was I… a good person?”And I always smile, always tell him the truth—that he’s still the same Xavier to me, that who he was and who he is now doesn’t change what I see in him.Last week, we went ice hockey skating. It was part of his therapy—a way to rebuild muscle memory, coordination, confidence. Watching him step onto the rink was like watching a kid take their first steps. Hesitant, wobbly, unsure. I was r

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    THE WEIGHT OF WAITING

    KATRINA'S POVIf there’s a bigger word than jealousy, I can’t find it. Whatever I’m feeling right now makes jealousy seem like a soft, harmless thing. This… this is something uglier, deeper, like acid slowly eating through my chest.Xavier—my Xavier—the man I’ve loved with every fiber of my being, the man whose laugh could light up my entire world, now doesn’t even want to see me near him. He prefers Melissa. My sister.I don’t even know how to process that thought.Melissa, who used to keep to herself, who never cared much about Xavier—at least not in the way I did. And now, he asks for her. Constantly. The same man who once couldn’t go a day without calling me now turns his face away when I enter his hospital room. It feels like being erased from his life, little by little, and I don’t know how to stop it.I pressed my phone to my chest as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the pale curtains of my room. The afternoon sun streamed through, golden and bright, but it didn’

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    YOU'RE A CHAMPION

    MELISSA’S POV Coach stepped closer, his usually loud and booming voice unusually soft, like he was approaching something fragile. Xavier glanced at him, confusion flickering across his face, and then he shifted his gaze to me, searching for some kind of explanation.“That’s our hockey coach,” I whispered, offering him a reassuring smile, though my chest felt tight.At the mention of the word ‘coach,’ something changed in Xavier’s expression—just for a second. His brows furrowed slightly, as if trying to grasp onto a thread of memory dangling right in front of him, only to have it slip through his fingers. He blinked, and the moment was gone.Coach cleared his throat, holding out a bouquet of white daisies. “Get well soon, champ,” he said warmly. “Can’t wait to see you back on the ice.”Xavier stared at him blankly. It was like watching someone read words in a language they didn’t understand. Coach’s smile faltered, but he quickly patted Xavier gently on the back. “Get well, my champi

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    PLEASE STAY.

    MELISSA’S POVWhen Katrina turned around and walked away, her words hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear. I stood there for a few seconds, completely frozen, unable to process the fact that she had just told me, point blank, to stay away from him. Her voice still echoed in my head."You know I’m the one who is meant to be by Xavier’s side and not you.""Don’t you know that if you keep showing up, Xavier may not remember me?"I swallowed hard, but it felt like my throat was lined with sandpaper. It was as though she had just slapped me across the face, and a dull ache began to spread in my chest. But then… I tried to reason with myself.“She’s just trying to protect her relationship,” I whispered under my breath, staring at the hospital entrance. “She loves him. She’s scared. I would probably do the same if I were her, right?”I wanted to believe that. I needed to believe that. Otherwise, I’d have to face the ugly truth—that she didn’t just see me as a threat, she saw me as

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