บททั้งหมดของ In Memory of A Love That Never Was: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

"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

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

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."

"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