All Chapters of The Lover My Brain Chose to Forget: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Elena, when did you become such a good actress?" the man asked, his gaze cold and piercing.I could hear his words, but they didn't make sense to me. I tried to steer the conversation back. "Signore, are you ready to order?"He ignored the question and continued with his strange accusations. "Since when do you step foot in a kitchen or do chores? You actually enjoy this kind of grunt work now?"Was that true? I had no memory of it.All I knew was that I had to show up here every day to keep a roof over my head."I'm sorry, Signore. I'm not sure I follow."The woman beside him let out a cold laugh and leaned into his arm. "Nico, look at her playing the victim. What a performance. She didn't look this pathetic three years ago when she pushed you into the ocean."I watched the expression of the man named Nico darken instantly.Feeling a flicker of fear, I quickly held out the menus and readied my pen and notepad. "Perhaps you'd like to see the menu first."Nico didn't even look

The coffee beans scattered everywhere, but Nico offered nothing but a cold, remorseless smile. "Oops. My hand slipped. Please clean that up, Ms. Mancuso."I didn't argue. I went to the back, grabbed a broom, and began to sweep.Just as I was about to push a pile into the dustpan, Nico kicked them, sending the beans rolling even further across the floor.I looked up, confused. "Signore, please. If you could just take a seat, I can finish cleaning this up quickly."He scrutinized me again, but this time, a flicker of pity softened his gaze. "Elena, this isn't you. The woman I knew was sharp and vibrant, and wouldn't stand for even a hint of disrespect. If someone had done this to you back then, you would have flipped the table on them without a second thought. Yet, you don't even get angry now? Why?"My fingers tightened around the broom handle.He was talking about the past again.I looked at him in confusion. "Signore, do you know me?"Nico paused, his throat bobbing as he look

I pushed myself up and found myself in the middle of the ocean."You're awake?" A woman crouched in front of me. Her expression was gentle, almost as if she were tending to a sick friend.I stared at her face, desperately trying to find some shred of information from my mind."Nico, she's awake."The man glanced at me briefly before looking away."You passed out," the woman said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Her touch was light, like she was soothing a frightened cat."You didn't look well, so we brought you out here for some fresh air. We thought it might help you remember."I flinched away from her hand. "Why am I on a boat?"She didn't answer. Instead, she walked over to the man named Nico and naturally took his hand. "Nico, I told you. Doctors call this situational reenactment therapy. Bringing her back to the scene of the accident to relive the experience will make her remember."Nico remained silent, and she took his silence as permission.She marched bac

When I woke up again, the clinic was empty.Sunlight filtered through the blinds, slicing the floor into stark patterns of light and shadow.Fragmented, blurry images began swirling in my head again.A crystal chandelier at a ball, a damp trench coat by the shore, the scent of flowers on an Alpenian breeze.They weren't just figments of my imagination. They were the memories I had lost.I braced myself against the wall and limped toward the door.Just as I reached for the handle, I heard Nico's voice, thick with suppressed emotion. "I spent three years hating her. I was losing my mind. I thought she pushed me into the ocean on purpose and went into hiding. I had no idea she was sick."He continued, "I'm not leaving this time. I'm staying with her. I'll help her find her memories again."As I leaned against the doorframe, tears fell without warning. A hollow space deep inside me finally felt full.The door swung open, and Nico stood there, his eyes bloodshot.When he saw me, h

Winter in the Pediterranean arrived in a whisper.One afternoon, Nico went out to pick up my favorite pizza.Sitting alone in the ward, I was suddenly seized by a wave of inexplicable panic.I felt like I had to do something, but I didn't know what.No one noticed as I walked out the door.I had no idea where I was going, so I simply wandered the streets. My mind was a total blank, but I couldn't stop moving.The Pediterranean wind cut right through my thin clothes, leaving me shivering uncontrollably.When Nico returned with the steaming pizza only to find the room empty, he lost his mind.He turned the clinic upside down and called in everyone he could mobilize.Soon, over 30 men in black suits were scouring the streets and alleys.Nico ran through the city like a madman, grabbing strangers and asking, "Have you seen a young lady? Dark hair, very thin, wearing a light blue hospital gown. Her name is Elena. She has a bad memory. She doesn't know her way around!"Hours later