Todos os capítulos de The Unremembered Bride: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Ashton Smith checked his watch as he left the County Clerk's Office, the divorce papers still warm in his hand."In two minutes, the pill will kick in. You'll lose every memory of loving me for the next three days. Once you pop the antidote, you won't remember a thing that happened while we were apart—no pain, no heartache."This split? It's just a break. We'll get married again once the dust settles. You're the only one for me, Macie. Always."I watched him as a silent storm brewed inside me.I knew too well the power of the pill I created. It did not wipe memories in a snap but washed them away slowly until the love I knew vanished into thin air.The worst part was that there was no antidote. Not yet, at least.Ashton, however, did not have a clue."Are you sure about this?" I whispered.He grinned, running his fingers through my hair with a lover's touch."Lydia's been crazy about me for ages. Her wish is to have a big, fat wedding. I couldn't say no. No regrets, not when i

After hanging up the phone, I headed home. It was only then that I was struck by the stark emptiness of the place.There was nothing left but a hollow shell.It was the house Ashton and I had made our own, where he once promised we would spend our lives together in that cozy little nest.However, the coffee set we had lovingly designed, the knick-knacks we had chosen—all traces of him had vanished without a trace.He must have been afraid I would cling to the memories, or maybe he did not want me to spiral out of control and ruin his upcoming wedding with Lydia. He had even turned the soil of the flowers we had nurtured together on the balcony.Looking around the barren rooms, I could not help but smirk bitterly.'Ashton, you've covered all your bases. Are you more afraid of my pain or the chaos of me remembering and wrecking your big day with Lydia? Would you have any regrets if you knew there was no turning back for me, no memories to reclaim?' I mused silently.I slipped off

The bridesmaids let out a collective sigh as Ashton put distance between his past and present."Lydia's young and stunning. Macie never stood a chance.""Ashton, you're holding Lydia's future now. Don't you dare fail her."He offered that same warm smile he once reserved for me."I won't let her down."My eyes darkened, and Noelle, fuming, bit back, "What nonsense! Since when does the other woman win with grace?"From somewhere in the crowd, a voice called out, stirring up excitement. "It's such a beautiful day. How about a kiss from Lydia and Ashton?"The bridesmaids echoed the sentiment."A kiss! A kiss!"Lydia turned to Ashton, her cheeks a delicate shade of pink, the picture of demure charm.Amidst the chants, Ashton tenderly caressed her ear before bending down to plant a soft kiss near her lips.The crowd erupted in cheers.However, amidst the revelry, I was engulfed by an overwhelming silence.His heart was already out of his control, and then, it seemed his body wa

Ashton had always convinced himself that what he felt for Lydia was nothing more than pity, far from the weighty word that was 'love'.However, he could not deny that Lydia stirred something in him, evident in how he had instantly agreed to plan her wedding when he saw her tearful eyes.When did Lydia start mattering so much to him, and when did I start losing faith in him?Ashton's heart was a mess, as tangled as knotted hair.The letter wrinkled in his clenched hand, his fingertips turning pale as he whispered, "Macie, I was wrong."On the other side of the world, I sat on a plane, checking the time.In two minutes, Ashton would be nothing but a memory.I bet he was reading my letter right about then.I wondered if he would regret the choices he had made.I bowed my head, a soft chuckle escaping my lips.It was done. Regrets or not, they were no longer my concern.Ashton and I—we were strangers then.I hit delete on his contact in my phone and my hand flew to my heart, a

Noelle shot him a look of pure loathing, wrapped her arm around me, and we walked away, leaving him behind. I glanced back to see him standing there, a picture of loneliness. As our eyes met, he seemed to want to speak but thought better of it. "What's on your mind?" Noelle asked.I turned away and whispered to Noelle, "That's my husband?" "Ex-husband," she corrected firmly."Don't bother trying to remember. It's best to forget him. He's not worth it."I smiled and nodded, letting the subject drop.The project was a whirlwind of activity, and in no time, we had the antidote in less than three months. Noelle was ecstatic, hugging me and jumping up and down with glee."The sample is already on its way, and the dean and his team will be here any minute. This drug could revolutionize the treatment of mental illness, Macie. You're looking at the next Nobel Prize winner!" I was worn out, but a sense of relief shone through my tired eyes.Five years had passed, and I had final