In Memory of A Love That Never Was

"Jennifer cares about you a lot. If you really don't have those feelings for her, why don't you completely change her identity and let her go after this? Even a rabbit will bite when it's cornered," said Yves Cordon.

Quinton sneered dismissively. "What's wrong? Do you feel sorry for her? I haven't heard of Mr. Cordon having a fetish for disabled things."

Yves punched him and said, "I’m just sorry for you for wasting your entire life."

Quinton didn't dodge him. "Besides Winnie, it doesn't matter who I marry…"

I leaned against the wall as I tightly covered my mouth, afraid to make a sound. Tears slipped down between my fingers.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and a message popped up. "Honey, do you need me to pick you up?"

When I heard the sound of the people in the room getting up, I leaned against the wall as I hurriedly fled to the bathroom at the end of the hallway and pressed against the door to steady myself.

It turned out I hadn't lost my memory, but had been hypnotized. And the person I had relied on the most was actually the accomplice who had taken everything from me.

Another message popped up again. "Honey? Is everything okay? Why aren't you replying?"

"It's fine. I've arrived at your workplace," I replied, trembling as I did.

I forced a smile as I walked out of the bathroom.

To my surprise, I ran straight into Quinton and Yves. When Quinton saw me, he asked gently, "You just arrived?"

I nodded, naturally walking up to him and linking my arm with his.

Quinton suppressed the doubt in his gaze and kissed my forehead. His movements were gentle, but his touch felt strangely cold.

He appeared unsettled all the way to the restaurant.

Just as I lowered my head and gently sipped the soup from my spoon, I suddenly heard the sound of a spoon tapping against a cup.

My heart skipped a beat, and before I could resist, my thoughts grew faint.

"Did you hear anything unusual today?" Quinton asked.

"I heard—"

Just as I was about to answer, the baby gave me a hard kick. The pain in my abdomen made me cry out.

Quinton put down his spoon, walked over to sit beside me, and asked with concern what was wrong.

As I looked at his pretentious expression, I felt even more sorrowful.

In fact, I had already remembered the events from the day I fell off the snowy mountain.

Lester White said he wanted to capture the sunrise at White Rapids Waterfall and dragged me up the mountain in the middle of the night.

It had just snowed lightly that day, and the road was slippery. Suddenly, someone pushed me from behind.

Before I fell, I managed to grab the railing and saw that the person who pushed me was my younger sister—Winnie Jackson.

Winnie's hands were still trembling, but she didn't forget to use her feet to stomp on my hand, grinding it back and forth.

And the only witness, Lester, dragged the snarling Winnie behind him, as if she were the victim.