Semua Bab The Wife He Tried to Forget: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 10: I stared at the screen, heart hammering. We’d suspected as much, but seeing it—cold and undeniable—was something else entirely.“I think that’s what they tried to do to you,” I whispered.Travis didn’t flinch. “I think you’re right.”I placed a hand on his shoulder, grounding him the way he’d grounded me. “We’ll find the truth. And we’ll expose it.”He nodded, then turned to face me fully.“But if we do this, Kourtney—if we bring this to light—it’s going to change everything. No more hiding. No more normal.”“I’m not asking for normal,” I said. “I’m asking for honest. For something real.”His eyes softened. “That, I can give you.”The rest of the day was spent combing through files, building a timeline, cross-referencing names with missing persons reports and whistleblower tips. Each new discovery added weight to the pile of truths we carried.By sunset, we had a picture forming: FRGR had used their wellness clinics and digital therapies as a front for far darker practice

Chapter 12: To Love in the AftermathHe cupped my jaw gently, tilting my face toward his. “Then fall apart. Here. With me. You don’t have to hold it all by yourself.”The tears came faster than I expected—silent and hot. He pulled me into his arms and held me, forehead to forehead, like we were trying to breathe through each other.“I keep replaying that video,” I said softly. “Her voice. Her eyes. It’s her—but it’s not. What if they’ve already changed her, Trav? What if she doesn’t remember me at all?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he kissed my temple, my cheek, the edge of my jaw. Gentle, reverent.“I don’t know what we’ll find,” he said finally. “But I know this—we’ll find her together. No matter what she remembers, you’ll remind her who she is.”His words sank into me like warmth into cold bones.And when I looked at him again, I saw everything he wasn’t saying—the fear he buried, the hope he dared to hold, the love he gave so freely, even when the world around us fell apa

Chapter 14: We Choose to RememberAnd as the morning light began to spill through the window, I realized:This wasn’t the end.It was the beginning.It started with the lights.Flickering, just once, then again. A subtle glitch in the quiet hum of the safehouse.Travis noticed it first. “That’s not a wiring issue.”He was already moving to the breaker panel, scanning for interference. I stood behind him, arms crossed, the prickle of unease crawling up my spine.“Could it be the generator?” I asked.He shook his head. “No. This is external.”From the living room, Kim’s voice floated in, sharper than usual. “You guys might want to see this.”We rushed in to find her standing beside the old television, a grainy blue glow casting shadows across her face. The screen crackled to life without a remote, without any signal input.Then, a face appeared.Slick hair. Sunglasses in a dark room. His voice like oil over glass.Dr. Brennan Shaw. Chief Science Officer of FRGR.“Congratulations,” he sa

Chapter 16: Blueprints of Us“This is the latest prototype — still in testing, but it could revolutionize how memories are restored,” Travis said, his voice barely above a whisper.I looked at him, awe mixing with something deeper.“Would you like to try?” he offered.My breath caught. “Me?”He nodded, his eyes holding mine. “Only if you want to.”The moment stretched between us, charged with more than just science. I swallowed my nerves and nodded.As I settled into the chair, the sensors hummed to life. The room seemed to pulse gently, and for a moment, everything else faded.When I opened my eyes again, Travis was beside me, smiling like I’d just crossed some invisible line we’d both been afraid to reach.“See? Nothing to fear,” he teased softly.I laughed, the tension breaking. “Maybe this engineering thing won’t be so scary after all.”He reached for my hand, fingers intertwining with mine.“And you won’t be alone.”In that quiet room filled with humming machines, I realized this

Chapter 18: More Than a DreamWe stood there for a moment, the silence comfortable, filled with all the things we didn’t have to say aloud.Then, breaking the quiet, Travis laughed — a deep, rich sound that made my heart skip.“What?” I asked, amused.“I was just thinking,” he said, “how crazy it is that two people who met by chance could end up here. Like, really here.”I smiled, squeezing his hand. “I know. It feels like a dream.”He turned to face me, eyes bright with something fierce and hopeful. “Not a dream. Real. And I want every bit of it.”“Me too,” I whispered.His hands found my face, gentle but sure. “Kourtney, no matter what the future holds, I’m not letting go.”I swallowed the lump in my throat, overwhelmed by the depth of feeling in his gaze.“Neither am I,” I said, barely above a breath.He pulled me close, and our lips met in a kiss that was soft and slow, a quiet promise sealed under the vast, starlit sky.When we finally parted, the world seemed somehow quieter, sm