All Chapters of Erased Vows: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

They say the hardest thing about love is letting go, but no one tells you how difficult it is to be forgotten and not just left behind, completely erased. I stepped down from the taxi, inhaling the crisp air around me. I stood elegantly in front of Grey Group's headquarters. I shouldn’t be here. At least not after everything that happened three years ago, not after what Maverick Grey said to me, not after the way Clarissa looked at me in the hospital hallway like some pathetic girl begging for love. But here I was. Standing in front of the grand lobby of Grey Groups headquarters, holding a resume in hand with a fake identity. I stepped into the polished glass lobby of Grey Group, my heels clicking against the marble, forcing myself not to look around. I already knew what I would see: immaculate design, corporate opulence, and portraits of the man whose face still haunted my dreams. Liam Grey. He was everywhere. In the subtle, sleek branding. In the lingering tension of

By the time I settled into my corner of the executive floor on my second day, I was already drowning. I had overslept and now I am fifteen minutes late. The hallway was as intimidating as it was polished. It had sterile white walls, black marble floors, and tall glass panels that reflected your posture back to you like judgment. Liam Grey's office loomed at the far end like a throne room, guarded by silence and steel. Every click of my heels echoed louder than it should have, drawing eyes I didn’t want on me. It was all perfectly designed to make people like me feel small. But I wasn’t “people like me” anymore. Not Elsie Monreo, the secret wife he once held at night. And not Anita Marshals, the personal assistant hired under a name carefully chosen to be forgettable. I was here for a reason and it had nothing to do with the job. Still, the job was relentless. I reached my desk, small but functional, and spotted the sleek black folder waiting atop the screen. It bor

By the time I returned to my apartment, darkness was slowly setting in. It was the kind of sunset that used to make Liam slow down the car and point at the horizon like it was a piece of art. I hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since… Well, since before everything fell apart.The small yet bright spark that usually shone in his eyes was now missing. The playful smirk that always hung around the corner of his lips was missing.He looked different from the man I fell for.He looked lost.Putting off my heels, my apartment suddenly felt smaller. The silence echoed louder than usual.Not just smaller, I felt lonely tonight. I miss LJ, I miss my old life.I bought this house six months ago when I decided to go through with my plan, just basic furniture and simple aesthetics.No picture frames, just a couch, a television, and a fancy fireplace in the living room.Stopping at the mirror in the hallway, I stared at my reflection.Was this what reinvention looked like? Or just desperation in n

I didn’t plan to spend my day off buried in digital archives. But I didn't plan to spend my twenties holding on to memories either. The soft golden ray of the evening sun sneaked in through my living room blinds as I sat cross-legged on the couch, my laptop in hand, a plate of cookies on my right, and tabs spilling across the screen. It was 6pm and I still hadn't done much. I had old medical records, press clippings, and encrypted files from my old nursing contacts. It had taken weeks to gain access and longer to find out the name of the private clinic Liam had been transferred to for six months. That information was sealed by a confidentiality agreement and nobody wanted to be on the bad side of the Grey family. I had spent the first two years after the separation working as a private nurse and administrative officer. But every time I go home to rest, I kept thinking about the man whose ring I still wear and the promises I still hold on to. It was the third year that I decid

ELSIE'S POVThe elevator doors at Grey Empire opened with a hiss, revealing the pristine executive floor bathed in chrome, glass, and purpose. I stepped out, adjusting the badge clipped to my blazer and tucking my hands into my coat pockets. The scent of fresh polish mixed with ambition hung in the air like perfume.“Nita!” Tara’s voice chirped as she approached, coffee in one hand and a thick binder in the other. “Have you heard the news?”Good morning, Tara,” I said, offering a polite smile. “What news?”“Maya's on leave,” she replied, lowering her voice, “and Clarisse is back in town. Talk about timing, right?”“Tara it is an office, people are free to come and go as much as they want,” I said, feigning indifference.I glanced sideways at Tara. She was in her early thirties, but still possessed the kind of effortless beauty and charisma that turned heads. More importantly, she was genuine—a rarity in this building.But one thing I know is she is a keeper and might also be the only