บททั้งหมดของ Married to the Ex Who Forgot Me: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

NATHANIEL STORM ( still the real one)The long drive to our home was hellish. That I would not meet Sarah and Raya casually lounging in the living room as usual, constantly pierced my heart with pain. At this point, I’m foolishly wishing to go back in time. I won’t even mind returning to the day she walked into her father’s house. I would give a lot to listen to Sarah complain about my refusal to acknowledge our past. “Sir…” Ray stopped the car, and I looked up. Our home was sitting still, but somehow, I could sense that it knew we weren’t around. Or perhaps I thought that way because the falling darkness cast a shadow upon it. “Let’s go in,” I said heavily after a minute of preparing myself for whatever could be waiting behind the door and hoping that the man with me was truly on my side. Soon, I was in the wheelchair, Mr. Ray pushing steadily towards the entrance while my hands clasped to stop emotions from rousing. “Someone broke in,” he commented when we noticed the conditio

ROSALINE PIERCETrue to his word, late at night, my escape was executed. With an awful-smelling blanket covering my head, two cops, who definitely sold their integrity to help that fake Nathaniel, led me out of my cell.Oh well… It’s thanks to them that I’m finally stepping outside after days in that terrible space. I shouldn't nag about their morals.As I enjoyed the feel of the night breeze against my legs, I sensed that we were approaching a car. “Enter,” one of them roughly ordered.The blanket was lifted from my head. “You didn’t try any funny shit, did you?” Fake Nathaniel asked when our eyes made contact. I scoffed. One of the cops released my hands from the cuffs, and I entered the passenger seat, my eyes irritated by the heap of dirt in the vehicle. As I managed to kick the multitude of cigarette butts, empty beer cans and burger wrappers aside, I noticed that the lace panties I saw last time were securely wrapped around his right wrist, like a second skin. “Interesting.

SARAH PIERCE“Ayy.” He wrung his finger in his ear, his lips curled in irritation. “My ear is sensitive, my love.”“And my daughter…” I would cut off that stupid ear if I had the chance. “What did you do to her?”“Shit man.” He stood, his foot kicking the air. “You weren’t supposed to figure everything out this soon. I’m definitely going to lose that bet.”“Who are you working with?” I demanded. The grand picture of his plan was finally coming together. “Nolan Pierce? Or… or was it Nathaniel’s mother?” If my mum had not already confessed to killing Mrs. Storm, it would have been easier to accuse him. But… Wait… “Is it.. Is it my mother?”“Is it… Is it my mother?” He mocked with a timbre that attempted to replicate the pain in my voice. “My mother. Hmm. My mother. I’m Sarah. I’m so fucking smart.” He continued to taunt me. “Look at me. I’m so smart and horny for Nathaniel. I am so-”“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled with all my soul. “Shut the hell up, you murderer!”“Screaming at me?!” he

Following his decision to confess, we rode in silence for many minutes, the journey feeling longer and painful with every turn and bumpiness. And time wickedly reminded me that it was slipping away from me, that I was halfway gone. “When I first met Edward Storm, I was fourteen. That was when he found out Evelyn’s lies.” The man had now slowed his speed. The vehicle seemed more stable. “I didn’t hear back from him until six years ago. It seemed he and Nathaniel were having some business differences, and he envisioned that things would go wrong. So, I accepted his desire to replace Nathaniel with me. I began training. Day and night, I studied Nathaniel. I spoke like him. I strived to think like me. Walked like him. Worked out like him. Dressed like him.” A pause followed. “I… became him. And the day he met you?”The car came to an unexpected stop. “I knew, to totally become Nathaniel, I’d also have to love you.”The door on my left flung open, and he dragged me out, his arms lifting

ERASMUSSeveral times in the past, I have been told that my name didn’t fit me. That I should have been named something less alluring, something befitting a low life. Initially, I blamed myself for that situation. I was so certain that if I hadn’t been born, the poor family I grew up in wouldn’t have named me Erasmus. But… when I met Edward Storm by mere chance, I realised who I had to blame. Evelyn Storm.Unfortunately, she is dead now, so I can’t make her pay for abandoning me when she had every riches and resources in this world to take care of me the way she cared for Nathaniel. Or maybe things would have been better if she had abandoned Nathaniel and not me. Whatever. My point is, I have to leave this place. I was finally on track to regain the life I am meant to have. I can’t end it here. I even killed the woman I love to get this far, I really can’t end it here. “Hey!’ I screamed at the cop who passed by my holding cell. “You’ve got the wrong man. How many times do I have t