All Chapters of Forget Me, Because I Will Do The Same: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She really built a kingdom here.I used to feel like she lived a middle-aged life, when I first learned that phrase. Our sheep provided us with meat, fur, skin for money, and milk, while our only one cow did all the heavy work, and our dogs as our guards. Our activities at home never involved a telly, video games, or the internet. We farmed, took care of our ranch, and we sat under the starry night for the breeze as our before-bed entertainment.I felt like I was a princess living in the simple ancient times.But mom learned driving in those four years when she worked to take me home, and replaced our dead cow with a tractor. Our fences are lower now because she added cameras at the corners where our dog used to guard at night. She bought some “special soil”, apparently from some influencer online, and actually managed to grow crops on the barren land that used to grow only the toughest plants.“You have got a really cool fortress here, Mom,” I rub my face on Mom’s shoulder on our way

“Thanks for hosting me when I came unannounced, Mary. I’m grateful,” Damien mentions it again, formally this time, when mom starts dinner by putting food into his plate first.His upbringing doesn’t allow him any imperfect manner.Even though he didn’t shave today, and there is obvious bags under his eyes, marking out those deep blue eyes even more. He is still the flawless prince he always has been.“You are very welcome, especially this time,” Mom darts me a taunting smirk, stressing with an eyebrow cocked, “We are BOTH glad that you are here.”Am I glad? I need to check.But mom shoots me a glare, so I swallow my sarcasm.My simple mom thinks it’s just a normal couple’s fight, and his chasing me down here is already a genuine attitude of making peace.If only it’s that simple.Damien looks over at me, tauntingly, and I fake a tame smile for them. He lowers his eyes calmly, but his lips twitch -- he knows I faked it.Well, I WANTED him to know that!“So, Aurora, how’s your surgical

We stare at each other. Me with my body pressed against the closet, him with his hand gripping my waist.“I don’t like being threatened,” He lets out a low grunt. The lust hasn’t got time to fade from his eyes, shading them a layer of danger.His warning sends a chill down my body. I can’t bear him being mad at me. It’s a reflex built into my system now. The moment he frowns, I instantly want to apologize.But not this time.I have to go through with it this time because it hurts enough to bring it up once. I don’t have it in me to say divorce to him twice.“Is this because--” He starts, only to stop.I have never seen him hesitate in his words.“What?” I frown in confusion, confronting. Yes, I’ll say yes. Whether he asks. Whether if it’s because of Thunder. Or Amber. Or anything.“How long has Spencer been back?” He suddenly asks.“WHAT?!” I snap.Oops. I should say yes and end it right here, but anger gets the best of me.“You said it was about what happened on our wedding, but that

I wake up in a furry, warm hug.“Thunder? How did you get in here??” I mumble, having a serious hard time opening my swollen eyes.He usually won’t allow me to sleep in. He needs his walk. But today he just lay in bed with me, putting his huge head right under my arm, and his warm body pressed against mine.To provide the company.He might not be a human, but he knows what I need better than most.I hug Thunder, and he pokes his big, wet nose everywhere, hasty to make me feel better.I didn’t cry when Damien left.It started when I tried to write it all down. I cried my eyes out when the past came back to me, bit by bit. I realized I haven’t dusted off those happy days between us for so long, rolling with the punches thrown by life.I forgot how he snorted at the idea of “swimming in the dead sea”, but then booked and arranged our annucl trip to Jordan; I forgot how he couldn’t understand why dying for a loved one is “romantic”, but he would always buy tickets for the next romance mov

Brooklyn might not have the tallest building or fanciest restaurant, but it has the warmest sun. Or so I feel, because this is where I spent four HARD, but happy years suffering through medical school.Deep in autumn, the tarred road has lost its burning steam, but mild under my feet. Walking on the familiar street, even the dry, yellow leaves on the sidewalk look cute to me.I haven’t enjoyed this view in a free morning like this for so long.I spent most of my days indoors, bustling around for surgeries and shots and ward rounds, barely had any time to throw a glance outside the window. Once, I thought the idea of losing my job unbearable, as if that would be the end of the world, but now I feel... a walk in the cool breeze under the warm autumn sun?It’s actually nice.It’s nice because I have a friend in the city, and that’s why I’m here.Fasten my steps up the little crooked stairs, I knock on the door. Soon I hear the familiar draggy slippers coming to the door -- Mrs. Watson. S