Semua Bab Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Matteo’s POVThe six months that passed felt rushed and blurred. The hypnotherapy session somehow worked. My mind was still a maze of fragmented memories, disconnected and messy. But I could feel the memories now. At least a bit closer than before.It was distorted. The sequence was messy. They weren’t whole, but at least they’re going back. Piece by piece. And I have to arrange the sequence in my head, like a puzzle.Some memories are like waves, they come to me in fast rhythm. Some are like faint whispers, slow and calm.Faces, still a bit blurry. Voices, soft and sharp. Names overlapped.Everything and everyone that’s connected with her is slowly coming back to me. But not her. It’s still a progress, right?James was helping me whenever I remember a memory. He would tell me when it happened, if he knew. Who was involved? What did I feel?For six months, I kept going.With a faint hope of remembering.“What did you see?” the therapist asked, while my eyes were shut.“I see her,” I w

Isabella’s POVI was still trembling. James found me. That means Matteo knows that I’m just around. Was he just playing along? But James said he hasn’t remembered me. That he still gets a headache whenever he hears my name.“Are you stupid? Why did you tell him the baby is not Matteo’s?” Melinda was pacing back and forth in front of me.She arrived in my condo after James left. And I told her everything. My stupidity.“H-He’s still recovering, Melinda. All of these will go to waste if I end up ruining his recovery—”“He was trying to remember you. He was searching for you,” she cut me off angrily, her eyes were blazing. “And you completely kicked him out of your life. You lied to him!”“I-I had to! I was the reason he became like that!” I looked down, biting my lip down.“He saved you,” she said, sharp and stiff, like it will answer all my questions and erase all my guilt. “When you love someone, you do unconditional things.”My eyes shut tightly. I don’t know what to say. I was start

Isabella’s POVI went back to the hall after talking to Melinda over the phone. I smiled as I watched the homeless children enjoying the event. This was the first event we attended in this town. We left and stayed in another town for five years, and I came back because Melinda is getting married and she could no longer manage my company. I’m planning to stay for good, although I’m afraid I’d encounter Matteo one of these days.Yes, I ran away after that night. I don’t know if Matteo and Stella got back together. But I’d long accepted the fact that we’re not meant to be together, and I don’t feel any resentment towards him. I’m actually happy. I was able to save him, and also save myself from the possible painful downfall because Matteo never regained his memory anymore.Melinda told me. Everyone knows, actually.I scanned the crowd to search for my daughter.My daughter. The life that gave me hope, light, and reason. Matteo’s memory, but she looked exactly like me.There I found her.

Isabella’s POVI thought I could finally calm down when the wedding ceremony had officially begun. But as the soft piano music echoed through the hall, floating like a calm breeze, giving us the heavenly vibe of the love that was born, I remembered the past again.Matteo’s proposal. His promises. Our supposed wedding.I still have the ring. It was always with me. I made it my necklace, close to my heart, but felt too far.The guests sat quietly, watching with smiles on their faces, looking at the stunning bride. I can even see my daughter looking like an angel while sitting and watching us.Everyone was happy and calm. Melinda looked exquisite on her big day. A sweet smile on her lips, but when our eyes met, I saw mischief.I was too distracted to even pay attention to her and the beauty of the decoration. Because I, the maid of honor, was walking stiffly, side by side with none other than Matteo Moretti, who happened to be my partner.The man who used to hold my world now looked like

Isabella’s POV“Mommy, why do you have the scary man’s picture?”I turned to Hope, shocked by her question. We’re now in the condo and I’m cooking our breakfast when she suddenly came in carrying my phone and asking a question.“What picture?” I asked as I walked towards her. I carried her and made her sit on the stool chair.“This.” She showed me my phone, and on the screen, I saw a picture of Matteo.My lips parted, realizing I was checking his social media accounts last night and I downloaded some photos. It was reckless because it didn’t cross my mind that Hope also borrows my phone at times.“Uhm…” I don’t know how to answer her question.She looked at me innocently. “Do you like him, mommy?”“Huh?” My heart skipped a beat.Why can’t I answer my daughter? It should be just a simple yes or no. Why can’t I answer?She smiled. “Mommy, he’s scary, but he’s so handsome. And I think you two will look good together.”I stared at her, and then I chuckled. “Really?”“Yes,” she giggled. “I