All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I shot Trey a glare. He just grinned, clearly in high spirits, and pulled me along. Five minutes later, I walked into Julian’s private lounge carrying a tray of drinks. He sat in the corner, eyes locked on the dance floor below. The flashing neon lights painted his sharp profile in shifting shades of color—striking, surreal, almost otherworldly in its charm. I quickly averted my gaze and kept my head down, quietly arranging the drinks on the table. This lounge wasn’t what I expected. It was quiet, almost hollow. Besides Julian, there were only two other men, both nursing their drinks with practiced indifference, as if used to Julian’s icy silence. About half an hour passed before the door opened. A large, broad-shouldered man with tattooed arms stepped in, flanked by two younger guys. Julian finally looked up. The tattooed man looked menacing, but his tone was respectful. “Mr. Moore, you’re here. Mr. Vaughn would like a word with you.” Julian took a sip of whiske

What an absolutely devilish face.His long, black hair hung loosely over his shoulders in a carefree, roguish manner. His skin was pale to the point of being almost unnatural, casting an eerie glow beneath the lights. Sharp, blade-like brows slashed into his temples, and his narrow, upturned eyes shimmered with an androgynous allure.His nose was tall and pronounced like a mountain peak. His lips carried a soft, almost feminine curve, creating a striking contrast against his otherwise cold and sharply defined features. Dressed head to toe in black, the material of his clothes glimmered faintly, satin-like, though I couldn’t quite tell what fabric it was.He looked like a demon god from the depths of hell—beautiful, dangerous, unforgettable.Yes, unforgettable.Fragments of memory flickered through my mind—"Julian, who is that man? Why didn’t you tell me?""Enough. Go home, now!""What are you hiding from me? Who is he… his name is Tris...""Shut up! We’ll deal with this at home. G

He tugged angrily at my cropped top and the barely-there skirt, like he was venting all his rage through his hands.Humiliation burned through me.The outfit was flimsy to begin with, and he nearly yanked it off entirely by pulling it.I scrambled to hold it in place, barely managing to stop myself from being exposed.“Julian Moore, have you lost your damn mind?!” I shouted.My voice caught the attention of a few guys loitering at the mouth of the alley. They whistled and snickered, clearly amused.They didn’t think much of it—this was a bar district after all, and drunk couples getting handsy was nothing new here.I instantly clamped my mouth shut and shoved Julian hard. “Let go of me. I... I have friends here.”His fury simmered down just enough for him to sneer, pinning my wrists and legs against the wall. “Friends? What kind of friend drags you into a place like this? Evelyn, I really thought you’d changed. But you’re still the same.“You follow me around, trying to control me. D

I walked down the roadside in tears, one shoe lost along the way, the soles of my feet torn and bleeding.People glanced at me—my bloodied face, the stains on my clothes—but no one dared to come near. Some paused, looked like they wanted to ask something, then quickly backed away.I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t know who to call. I didn’t even know if there was anyone I could call.Julian was hurt.There’d been so much blood. But he told me to leave.He told me to go, not to let anyone see me.Eventually, I was too exhausted to keep moving. I collapsed onto the sidewalk and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Then the nausea came.I threw up until the world spun and everything inside me felt like it had been turned out.People passed by.I heard their voices.“Tch. Another one—drunk and dumped. Young women these days, no self-respect…”“Let’s go. She’s scary. Probably crazy or high…”Just when I thought I’d die crying on that godforsaken street, Trey showed up.His sports car s

Ian fell silent.Miles waved his hand dismissively. “Go get some rest.”I called out softly, “Miles…”He turned immediately, smiling gently at me. “It’s nothing. I just say a few more things, then I’ll come back to you.”With that, he shut the door. I could no longer hear what they were saying. It left me oddly uneasy.I was exhausted. Somewhere between half-asleep and half-aware, I felt someone gently tuck the blanket around me. Then, the softest kiss brushed against my forehead....I slept soundly through the night.When I woke up, all the fear and suffocation from the night before seemed to have vanished. I stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure if any of it had been real.It felt like a dream—terrifying, vivid, and distant.Ian came by again, this time bringing Mary along. She’d brought a nourishing soup for me.I asked, “How’s Trey?”Ian’s expression turned strange. “Miss White, it’s… best not to ask.”A chill went down my spine. The memory of how Miles had beaten Trey to a p