All Chapters of He Forgot Me, I Deleted Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

After the hospital, I didn't hear from Desmond again.But his party boy life? All over social.Every night he was out—bars, karaoke, always surrounded by girls who looked like they lived for attention. Young, loud, full of energy. I figured this was the life he actually wanted.I was halfway through packing when he showed up at the door—with some girl latched onto his arm.He stalled, dropped his hand from her waist, then slapped it right back like nothing happened. Oh right, the amnesia."I believe this is my house. Without my permission, Ms. Wayne, wouldn't this count as trespassing?"My fingers clenched the suitcase handle. Technically, yeah—it was his place. Supposed to be our home.And now he's just gonna waltz in with a new girl like this is his hookup pad?I bit my tongue."But since you claim to have been my fiancée," he smirked, "I'll let it slide this time. Just don't come in without asking next time."I looked him dead in the eye. "Understood. Won't happen again. T

After I left the hospital, I booked the abortion for the next day.Around ten, just as I was crashing in my apartment, Desmond called."There's still some of your stuff here. My girlfriend doesn't wanna see it. Come get it."I kept my voice chill. "Just toss it. None of it matters."Anything real? I'd already taken. What was left was either junk or haunted by him.He scoffed. "Why should I deal with your crap? Get over here or I'll report you for trespassing and theft."I rubbed my temples. He was exhausting.When I got to the house, I saw our wedding photos and other photos with five years of his fake smiles.Desmond grinned. "We looked like we were in love. Who knows, maybe I'll fall for you again."I forced a smile, but yeah, no. I couldn't play along.I grabbed a pair of scissors and started slicing through the photos.Desmond's face changed. He lunged to stop me.I didn't flinch. The scissors nicked his hand.He yelped, eyes wide. "You stabbed me with scissors!"I me

I squinted, watching security haul Desmond out.Still clinging to that lame "amnesia" excuse.The online noise picked up after that, keeping him too busy to bug me.Time blurred.Once I got discharged, I headed straight to my new apartment.What I didn't expect?Desmond parked outside the building, holding a bouquet of camellias."Rhea, I think I remembered something. It's your birthday, right? I'm your boyfriend—I wanted to celebrate."He grabbed a strawberry cake off the ground, smug as ever.I already knew what this was: another one of his tactics.Same old game—keep me hanging until he got bored, then pull the "I remember everything" card when it suited him... and waltz back in like he was ready to play husband.I dodged the flowers and the cake."Mr. Arlington, you've got the wrong girl. No reason I'd take gifts from a stranger."His face dropped.He stared at the bouquet, then the cake."No way. You've always loved camellias. And strawberries. I've given you this c

What I didn't see coming? Desmond, the same guy who was about marrying into the Kemp family, showed up at my door two days later like it was no big deal.He was limping.The moment he saw me, he just lost it."Rhea, I finally found you. Do you know how much I've been through? I broke my leg jumping outta the villa!"I stared at him, stone cold."Who even are you?"That wrecked him.He limped toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back like it was nothing."Mister, keep this up and I'm calling the cops."His eyes were wild, voice cracking as he yelled, "I don't believe you forgot me! Rhea, you said forever! I only forgot you because of that temporary amnesia—but I remember now! I know you're the one I love!"I laughed. Hard.What a clown. Acting like some tragic lover.Would he have "remembered" so fast if I hadn't walked away for good? Doubt it. He'd still be playing house with Juliet and her stupid little props."Yeah, no," I said. "The 'forever' I mentioned? That exp