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Chapter 16. The Wounds Of Yesterday

مؤلف: Wendy Alexander
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-09 02:41:19

Victor

The words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot.

I stood frozen, staring at her. Claire’s face was wet, her shoulders trembling, and every soft, broken line of her made something inside my chest crack open. I've hurt her with the words of my mouth before. I could feel it in my bones. And the worst part was that I didn’t even fully understand how.

“What do you mean by that?” My voice came out quieter than I expected, almost rough. “Claire… what are you saying I told you to do?”

She d
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    ClaireI was wiping down the counter when the front door opened and Victor stepped inside.For a second, my heart simply lifted, bright and foolish. He was back. The sight of him still felt new enough to startle me every time, like the world had decided to gift me something I still couldn’t quite believe was mine. Then I really looked at him.Something was wrong.The tiredness sat in his eyes, deeper than ordinary exhaustion—something heavier, something that made my chest tighten before I even understood why. I set the cloth down and walked toward him, pulse already quickening.He didn’t speak. He just opened his arms and pulled me into him.The force of the hug stole the air from my lungs. I froze for a heartbeat, hands suspended uselessly in the air, before my body caught up and I melted into him, arms wrapping tightly around his back. His suit was warm from the day. Beneath it I could feel the solid, unyielding line of his shoulders, the faint, familiar scent of his cologne, and th

  • The Billionaire Forgot He Hated Me   Chapter 22. Everything Else Could Wait

    Victor“The old Victor never feared litigation,” Tyler said. “Or court battles. He would have taken that woman apart in court. He wouldn’t have blinked.”The words settled over me like another weight I hadn’t asked to carry.The old Victor. That was how everyone kept referring to him — like a separate man I was supposed to study, imitate, or defeat. Something to conquer. And for the first time, a cold understanding slid into place: if that version of me had been as hard and unyielding as they described, then of course, he hadn’t been good to Claire. A man like that wouldn’t have known what to do with a woman like her. He would have crushed her without meaning to… or maybe while meaning to.Tyler’s voice came again, steadier.“Look, I know everything feels confusing right now. But I’ve known you a long time. You always do what’s best for the company.”I turned my head and met his eyes.“And what if what’s best for the company is to give her the restaurant? To avoid overwhelming the fi

  • The Billionaire Forgot He Hated Me   Chapter 21. The Man He Used to Be

    Victor“I want something else.”The words hung in the cold air of my office. No one spoke. The low hum of the air-conditioning suddenly felt louder. I kept my eyes on Mrs. Graham, waiting for the rest of it, while my mind kept reaching for any scrap of memory that might tell me who this woman really was. Nothing came. Only the same blank wall.She did not rush.But her eyes… her eyes were already speaking.They held me with a quiet, unwavering intensity that did not match her voice. There was something searching in them. Something personal. The look sank under my skin and stayed there, heavy and unexplained, as if she were looking at more than the man sitting across from her.“I want the restaurant,” she said at last. Her voice remained even, almost gentle — a clean business request layered over whatever darker thing lived in her gaze. “The flagship property directly across from this building. The one that carries the Cavendish name above the door. Its current market value is approxim

  • The Billionaire Forgot He Hated Me   Chapter 20. A Debt From The Past

    VictorThe city slid past the windows in a blur of glass and steel until the car slowed in front of a tall building. I stepped out and looked up. The letters across the entrance read Cavendish Group. I stared at it. My name.I stood there for a moment, feeling the strange weight of it. This was mine. Apparently.I adjusted my jacket and walked through the glass doors.Inside the lobby, the effect was immediate.Heads turned. A receptionist straightened. People I did not know smiled and nodded and offered quiet greetings—“Welcome back, sir,” “Good to see you, Mr. Cavendish”—I returned the nods because it seemed expected, even as every unfamiliar face reminded me how much of my own life was still missing. Everyone knew me. I knew none of them.The strangest part was how natural their reactions felt. Like my body recognized the respect before my mind could understand why I deserved it.I kept walking.Tyler appeared from a side corridor like he had been watching the entrance. The second

  • The Billionaire Forgot He Hated Me   Chapter 19. Making My Girlfriend Blush

    VictorClaire’s fingers tightened around mine.“I forgive you.”Her face had softened in a way it hadn’t yesterday. The anger was gone, replaced by something quieter and warmer. I looked down at our joined hands, and the simple sight of it steadied everything inside me.“Thank you,” I said.My phone rang before either of us could say anything else. I pulled it from my pocket and glanced at the screen. “It’s Tyler.”Claire nodded and gently slipped her hand free. I hated the sudden emptiness.I answered. “Hello, Tyler.”“Look, man, I know this isn’t the right time,” Tyler said, voice tight, “but the firm needs its CEO right now.”I frowned. The word caught somewhere inside me. CEO. It sounded familiar. But strangely, foreign. My eyes drifted toward the window.“CEO?”There was a beat of silence.“Yeah, Victor. You.”The title should have fit me. Judging by the size of the house, the cars, the people who apparently worked for me, it probably did.But it felt like someone had handed me a

  • The Billionaire Forgot He Hated Me   Chapter 18. The Man She Always Wanted

    ClaireThe door opened under my hand, and the first thing I saw was him.Victor was already on his feet, staring at me like he had been doing it for hours. His eyes were dark and wide and almost disbelieving, as if he was afraid I might vanish if he blinked. There was something raw in that look—relief so sharp it bordered on pain, mixed with a quiet, desperate hope he didn’t try to hide. It landed on me with so much force that for a second, I forgot how to breathe.My gaze slid past him to Tyler, still seated in the armchair.Tyler, I can’t do this.The thought came hard and clear. I wanted to turn around and walk back out. I would not go back to being the girl Victor once spoke to, like she was nothing. I could feel the old version of myself hovering too close, the one who used to swallow every sharp word just to stay near him. Tyler’s eyes met mine. He didn’t speak, but the look on his face was steady and almost pleading. Hold on.I closed my eyes for half a second, opened them agai

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