All Chapters of In Memory of A Love That Never Was: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

"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 t

Chapter 2

These memories only started piecing together bit by bit after I stopped taking psychiatric medication during my pregnancy.Because of the love and warmth Quinton gave me, I was unwilling to dig into the painful past. But now, I've become a complete joke.While Quinton was at work, I secretly went to consult a doctor, only to find out that my condition was more like the result of multiple deep hypnosis sessions.When I got home, Quinton was sitting on the couch with a dark expression, surrounded by cigarette ends.I pretended as if nothing had happened and hung up my bag. "Didn't we agree to no smoking in the house? Secondhand smoke is bad for the baby."Quinton walked over and grabbed my arm. His veins bulged on the back of his hand as he did so.He asked coldly, "You went to see a doctor?""What's wrong?" I replied, feigning composure."What? I'm a doctor, yet you went to someone else? You don't trust me?" he asked, his tone full of resentment.I was about to answer when he s

Chapter 3

Perhaps I wasn't skilled enough, but my memories became more and more chaotic. I even recalled a memory of being in an orphanage.Just as I was feeling overwhelmed, Quinton returned.During dinner, he suddenly suggested, "Honey, let me take you back to our country."I was surprised and said, "Didn't you say that everything back home would remind me of painful memories and that going back wouldn't be good for my recovery?""You're much better now, aren't you? I want to change your environment—it might help with your condition. Besides, don't you miss your family and friends back home?"As he spoke, he placed a piece of fish on my plate.I pushed the fish aside. "Do I still have family or friends?""I've already bought the tickets. We're leaving tomorrow morning." Quinton had already decided for me.The next morning, he forced me out the door.After returning back to the country, he took me to the Scott residence. But those in the Scotts didn't welcome me."Wow, Quinton, you ac

Chapter 4

Could they really decide my fate and my child's fate so easily?Well, I don't agree!…The next day, when I opened my eyes, I saw Quinton's handsome profile looking apologetic."Honey, something came up at the company yesterday."I nodded blankly.He gently helped me up. "I brought you your favorite shrimp ravioli."As he spoke, he thoughtfully helped me put on my prosthetic leg.Sometime later, his grandfather suddenly announced he was unwell and asked Quinton to take over the company.Quinton took on the responsibility and worked tirelessly day and night.However, I was happy to be free.While taking advantage of the chance to go to a prenatal checkup alone, I ordered a new prosthetic leg.Unexpectedly, I ran into someone I wanted to avoid at all costs in the parking lot."Jenny, you're back? I missed you so much! You seem even more gentle now."As he spoke, Lester's hand rested on my belly, teasingly saying, "They say mothers have a special charm. Seems true.""Get lo

Chapter 5

A wave of dizziness struck me, and I lost consciousness.…A strong smell of cigarette smoke suddenly filled my nose. After coughing a few times, I gradually regained consciousness.I realized my limbs were tightly bound to the bed, and I had no strength at all.Quinton, who was sitting nearby with his head lowered while smoking, saw me wake up. His expression darkened even further.He flicked the half-smoked cigarette onto the floor and glanced at me. Then he grabbed a stack of papers from the table and threw them at me."Divorce agreement? You think you're worthy of divorcing me? Have I been too kind to you?""Why do you insist on helping Winnie harm me and our child? What did I do wrong?" I asked, crying.I struggled to sit up, only to realize my limbs were still tightly bound.Quinton grabbed my chin and spoke cruelly. "This is what you owe Winnie." With a click, the light turned on.As the room brightened, Quinton softened his voice. "Don't move. It will be over soon."

Chapter 6

I nodded my head, and tears unconsciously trickled down the corners of my eyes. While staring at the ceiling, I felt a fear of memory loss for the first time.A crisp knocking sound pulled me back from my wandering thoughts.Quinley glanced around cautiously before stepping into the room. As she approached, she suddenly covered my mouth and nose with her hand.She gestured for me to be silent, then swiftly pulled out a chip from her pocket and decisively jabbed it into my forearm.Slowly, it felt as if some kind of shackle in my mind had been broken.Then, a flood of memories rushed into my mind.It turned out I wasn't Jennifer Jackson.…I was originally an orphan, taken in by an organization at the age of five. I was code-named "Candy".The Jacksons were rising stars in Seaville and were primarily engaged in the business of medical equipment.However, the organization suspected them of secretly engaging in organ trafficking and had been monitoring them closely.They kept a

Chapter 7

"Can we start over again?" Quinton pleaded. He spoke for a long time, and he also cried for a long time.Cold tears fell onto my severed limb, causing a tingling sensation.…When I woke up the next morning, Quinton had already left.There were three days left until the planned escape, and I tried to recall what I had missed during my last escape.I had clearly replaced the prosthetic leg with one that didn't have a tracker, but then how did Quinton still trace my location immediately?Where else could there be a tracking device?Both my head and abdomen had been checked, and any issues would have been discovered long ago.I thought for a long time but had no clues—until I saw my severed limb. I gasped in shock.Could he have implanted a nano-tracking chip there?After becoming cripple, that area had always been a taboo for me. I really hated that ugly limb.But Quinton never minded, and even often massaged it for me. It turned out he was just making sure the chip was still

Chapter 8

No matter what Quinton did, I found it laughable.On the day of my planned escape, Quinton suddenly said he wanted to take me on a belated honeymoon."Honey, I've prepared a surprise for you," he said.Before I could refuse, he had already put the prosthetic leg on me and carried me to the car.Throughout the drive, Quinton kept babbling about the surprise he had prepared, insisting that I would love it.But I couldn't hear a single word he said. I was only thinking about how I could escape from under his nose.After receiving a phone call, Quinton's expression suddenly shifted, and he asked to pull the car over.Strangely, he didn't explain anything to me. He simply told me to head to the airport, and that he would catch up later.After that, Quinton was picked up by another car, and my driver took me to the airport.Just as I was considering how to change the escape plan with my contact, a truck suddenly crashed into us.A cloud of dust rose, and I lost consciousness.…O

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