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The Forgotten Garden
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The Night Before I Knew Him Her Skin is warm
~Hermes~I step inside, Jane hovering at my side, repeating for what felt like the hundredth time that she hadn’t informed my father about our sudden trip to Greece. I don’t answer. My eyes sweep over the villa—the one I promised June we’d see together back then. I thought maybe I’d find peace here. But I don’t even know why I came. Was it to look for her? Scoff. False confidence. If I truly wanted to find June, I would have gone to Las Vegas. That’s where she would be.And yet… something in my chest keeps pulling me here, to this place.“Don’t tell my father yet,” I murmur as I press the doorbell.“Alright, Mr. Hermes,” Jane says, and before I can react, she steps closer. “Your hair—there’s something on it.”She reaches up without hesitation, brushing it off. I murmur a quiet thank you, forcing myself not to see June in her. It’s a dangerous habit. A way my mind has been coping. I need therapy. I know that. But right now, it’s impossible.Then my eyes move forward.Three figures stan
The Night Before I Knew Him Elaine
JuneThe phone on the reception desk rings, sharp and insistent. Kayla snatches it up, her eyes widening as she listens.“June…” she whispers, covering the receiver. “You won’t believe this. The Van Der Linds — the millionaires from Zurich — they just confirmed. They want the villa next week.”I don’t look up from the tablet in my hands. The guest schedules scroll beneath my thumb, neat and controlled.“Did you lock in their jet?” I ask calmly.Kayla nods fast. “Yes. But they want an extra staff member for dinners, a private chef flown in from Paris, and fresh roses every evening. They said they want everything exactly how it was last year.”“Then we give them exactly that.”I finally look up at her. “Call the chef. Alert the florist. Adjust the staff roster. I’ll handle the rest.”She stares at me for a second like she still can’t believe this is our life now.Neither can I.____A lot can change in three months.Lucien Grande chased me out of Las Vegas with a bag of cash so heavy it
The Night Before I Knew Him I don’t care anymore
~Hermes~I step out, running a hand through my damp hair—then stop dead.That isn’t Agnes.For a split second, I think I’m still half-dreaming. I’d sworn it was her voice calling me. Maybe my mind is finally slipping, stitching familiar sounds into strangers.The woman in front of me is young. Blonde. About June’s age.“Oh my God—I’m so sorry,” she blurts, slapping a hand over her eyes like she’s just walked in on something forbidden.Right.My bare chest.I exhale sharply, annoyed more than embarrassed. I grab the shirt off the chair and pull it on without rushing.“Where is Agnes?” I ask.She doesn’t move her hand. “I—I’m Jane,” she says weakly. “I was told to start today and I— I thought you weren't inside. I didn’t know you were—”“You can look,” I cut in flatly, tugging the last button closed. “I’m dressed.”Slowly, her fingers part. One eye peeks through. Then the other.Her gaze flicks up to my face, then away again like she’s afraid I’ll snap.“I asked you something,” I say. “
The Night Before I Knew Him It's always her
~Hermes~My breath hitches as my fingers tremble over the letter. This has to be a joke. A mistake. A cruel prank.June wouldn’t leave me.We made a vow. We promised—I swallow hard and look up at my father. Lucien Grande has never been good at lying. His face has always betrayed him. And yet right now… he is perfectly calm. “Father,” I say quietly. “Why did she leave?”He sits in the chair beside my bed, folding his hands. “She stayed for—”“Wait.” I lift my finger, stopping him. My chest tightens. “How long was I unconscious?”“Hermes, that isn’t important right now. We need to focus on—”“Don’t.” My voice snaps before I can stop it. I force it lower. “Just answer me.”He exhales slowly. “Weeks. You were out for weeks. She tried to stay. She really did.”My throat burns. “Then why?”His eyes flicker, just for a second.“The baby,” he says. “She lost it.”The room tilts.“What?”“The stress was too much. The shooting. Your condition. The family chaos. She had a miscarriage.”Lost it
The Night Before I Knew Him Darkness
~Hermes~Darkness.Not the peaceful kind. The heavy, endless kind that presses against my chest and makes breathing feel optional.“Hermes, honey.”Natalya’s voice.I turn sharply, my pulse spiking. “Natalya?” My voice echoes, swallowed whole by the void.That’s impossible.Natalya is dead.The thought lands with a sickening clarity. I know this. I remember this. So why is her voice threading through the dark like a hook in my ribs?“Hermes, honey. Come with me.”The words drift ahead of me, coaxing, familiar, wrong.I take a step forward anyway.If this is death, then it’s cruelly accurate—voices from the past, calling me where I don’t belong.Then—“Marcus, son.”My breath catches.I turn.That voice… no. That voice hasn’t existed for decades.“Mother,” I whisper. My throat tightens painfully. “Mom…”If the dead are calling me by name, then this must be it. I must be gone.Did June not sign the consent form? Did I not survive the surgery? Did I leave her alone with our baby?The tho
The Night Before I Knew Him Bad Luck
JuneI call his name before I even realize I’m doing it.“Hermes.”My voice comes out thin, shaking, nothing like me. My fingers are trembling against the edge of the table, my chest tight, my lungs barely working. I don’t know why I look at him first—but I do.And that’s all it takes.Hermes moves.Ted reacts instantly, grabbing his arm. “Hermes—don’t. Calm down. Think—”But it’s too late.I see it in Hermes’s eyes—the moment logic disappears. The moment something raw and feral takes over. He shrugs Ted off like he weighs nothing and steps forward.The room seems to inhale.One of the robbers snaps toward him, shocked. “Hey! Get back to your table!” The gun lifts, aimed straight at Hermes’s chest.My heart slams so hard I think it might tear me apart.Hermes doesn’t stop.He steps in front of me.Fully. Completely.His back blocks my view of the gun, his body shielding mine like it’s instinct, like it’s muscle memory, like he’s done this before even if he doesn’t remember it.“Hermes
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