All Chapters of The Night Before I Knew Him: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

JuneI watch Hermes laugh and chat with his friends, his eyes lighting up, his whole presence commanding the room—but he doesn’t glance my way once. My fists ball at my sides.At least he’s alive. At least he didn’t die in his sleep.I whisper to myself, over and over, trying to calm the storm in my chest. But it’s no use. My frustration swells until I can’t stay still. I have to leave the ward. How can he forget me? Me? I was there. I was with him until the last moment. We professed our love. And now he wakes up after a week, a whole week, and he doesn’t remember me."Hey, June. Are you okay?" Ted’s voice pulls me back as he rolls softly into the hallway.I pace, eyes darting to the white ceiling, hands trembling. "I’m not okay, Ted. I… I don’t understand. How can this be real? How can he forget just me?"Ted rolls closer, matching my frantic pace as best as he can in his wheelchair. "June… listen. We don’t know that yet. The thing is called selective memory loss. I didn’t—"I let ou

JuneWe finish eating and start heading back, walking side by side down the bright hospital corridor. Hermes is practically hovering beside me, an excited smile tugging at his lips."Lunch was great, right?" he says, almost bouncing.I give a faint smile. "I don’t think I can say that."He stops abruptly, stepping in front of me."Why? The food was great. It didn’t even taste like hospital food."I cross my arms, tilting my head. "Well, the person who bought the food wasn’t even present. So…"Hermes clicks his tongue, annoyed."Well, it’s not our fault that he was sent for.""I don’t think he was sent for," I mutter, giving him a pointed look. "I believe it has something to do with the death stare you kept sending him."His eyes fly open, almost comically. He points at himself."Me? I didn’t do that.""Oh yeah?" I raise a brow, trying not to laugh. He’s so ridiculous. And so… him.But the amusement drains quickly—I’m exhausted. My stomach has been twisting for the past hour. I just wa

~Hermes~Ted let out a slow sigh. "Hermes, I explained this already… It’s selective memory loss. That’s how trauma works. You remember some things and forget others but—""I know." I ran both hands through my hair, fingers locking at the back of my skull. "I know. I’m supposed to get everything back slowly. I just—"My voice cracked. Pathetic."I just think I shouldn’t have forgotten about her."Ted’s brow creased, curiosity sharp. He leaned in. "Why do you think so?"I hesitated. My throat felt tight, words trapped there like something shameful. God, I couldn’t believe I was about to say this aloud. But the pressure was unbearable."I think I had—" I swallowed hard, lowering my voice to a whisper."I think I have a crush on her."Ted’s eyebrows shot up."Like an unrequited, stupid, high-school-love type of crush," I muttered, dragging both hands over my face. "Fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this."Images of her in the elevator flickered behind my eyes—her breath on my palm, her wei

JuneMy eyes went wide, taking in what he just said. This has to be a joke, right? Some kind of sick prank."Why do you mean get rid of it?" I asked, my face pale, my hands instinctively clutching my stomach.Lucien turned slowly, settling onto the bench. He let out a soft sigh. "How sure am I if it's my son's," he said.My fists balled instantly. I couldn’t believe the accusation thrown at me just now."I beg your pardon, Mr. Lucien, but I won’t take that insult. Hermes is the only man I’ve been with. This is his child." I fired, pointing at my belly fiercely.Lucien just looked at me calmly, and that infuriated me even more."And he doesn’t even remember one bit of it. He remembers everything else but that tiny detail. You." His expression was unreadable.My heart skipped a beat. He was right. I and the baby must be so insignificant to Hermes’s life.But that wasn’t going to stop me from trying to get him back."I should remind you, sir, that he gave me permission as his guardian to

~Hermes~"Do you want to have sex with me?"The words don’t just echo — they detonate.For a second, I actually forget how to breathe.No, this has to be a joke. A prank. Some sort of secretary-initiated… hazing ritual? Because what the hell is this petite, soft-voiced girl doing pinning me — me — against a wall with the force of a damn hydraulic press?She’s stronger than she looks. Too strong, and my traitorous body reacts instantly.A sharp, painful twitch shoots down my cock, and I swallow hard.God.I really must have a crush on her or hormone poisoning.Or both.Her lips — plump, bitten, pink — are right in front of me, trembling with some wild mix of nerves and determination.I can’t even think, or speak."What?" she snaps softly when I don’t respond. "You want to kiss me instead?"And then—she actually tilts her head and brings her lips closer, as if offering herself like a dare.My entire system short-circuit.Feeling suddenly overheated, I slide sideways off the wall—trying