A Love To Forget Novels & Stories

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

Meanwhile Ethan barely looked up from his phone as he loosened his tie. “Traffic was insane,” he muttered. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Surely he remembered. Surely. Vivian shifted awkwardly beside him as he slowly looked up. His gaze followed hers toward the dining room, and I watched realization dawn across his face. He looked like he genuinely forgot, and it made my stomach drop. A strange ringing filled my ears. Seven years. Seven years together and he forgot our anniversary. Again. Not the first time.

For two hours, for one night, to forget that I’d ever loved Adrian, that I’d ever trusted Sophie. We exchanged maybe two more words after that. Nothing real. Nothing that mattered. The bar went quiet again, the kind of quiet that made you hear your own pulse. Then it slipped out of me before I could think better of it. “You can help me forget today, you know.” I didn’t know where it came from. Maybe the alcohol. Maybe the two years of swallowing everything for Adrian until there was nothing left but a hollow ache. But God, I meant it. I wanted to forget everything.

"Yes, Evelyn is my wife now. Whether you accept it or not, I'm with her. What happened was an accident. None of us wanted it. Can't you just forgive her?" "How am I supposed to forgive her? I'm your mother! Look at me! Look at my face! I was ruined, and you want me to forgive her?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her disfigured face. Fresh red skin had just begun to grow over the wounds, with black scabs still visible in some places. It was a horrifying sight. When Trevor looked away, Lydia's heart broke. If her son couldn't even bear to look at her, what was the point of living anymore?

Jack said quietly. “How?!” I screamed, my voice cracking. “How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.”

"The child… didn't make it because of an accident. You're still weak, so don't think too much." His excuse was too flimsy, and his emotions were too composed. Anyone could tell he was hiding something. But when I pressed him further, he refused to say another word. What really happened? Why was Quinton hiding the truth from me? Ever since the fall from the cliff, my memories had always been in fragments and hazy. But I never thought much of it—after all, what I forgot must not have been important. But this time, it felt like a nail was lodged in my heart. It was urging me to recall my memories.

Thirty thousand tiny renditions of my name, woven into the future we’d dreamed of watching sunsets in Valmont. Now, the love that had once burned so fiercely had been shelved away, and the promises he’d made lay broken. I lifted the canvas from the wrecked frame. Then, methodically, I tore it—48 times—until nothing remained but confetti-sized fragments. And one by one, I let them fall into the trash.

One look at her, and it all comes roaring back, and I know no matter what I do, how much I drink, or who I fuck to try and forget…I never will. How can I forget the one I am destined to be with? How can I forget the feeling of true love?

"Hello?" ​The same mysterious female voice spoke from the other end. "Watch the video." ​Javier stiffened as he overheard. "What video?" ​"The one inside the package," the woman replied. ​Nina's grip tightened around the phone. "Who are you?" ​The woman ignored the question. "If you want to know why your husband forgot your anniversary... start by learning what happened six years ago." ​The call disconnected. ​Without wasting another second, Nina hurried to her laptop and inserted the flash drive. Only one untitled file appeared on the screen. Javier clicked play.

She says truthfully, making my heart thump like crazy. Tears still came out of my eyes as I held Meggay as if she was my support life. "What if I can't forget River, Meggay?" "Then be yourself... you can't just hear one side, you should hear another side. And, if you still love him then don't force yourself to forget, because that is not acceptable. If you force yourself to forget then it will still come back to you, you will wake up and feel the same pain you've tried to forget before. So don't force yourself. You will not be happy if you try to forget the things that hurt you. You can't move on if you force everything. You need time to forget someone."