Bittersweet Memories Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

It's been four years, eight months, two weeks and six days, since I lost the one person I loved so much, life haven't been better,I was tough on myself, gratefully am back to my feet and I feel like a man again,not some three year old boy who's trying to walk away from crawling. "Breakfast is ready sir" Maryam said from downstairs. In no time I was at the dinner table devouring the chilaquiles she took her time to make and uhmmmm I don't know how she learns how to make all this meal but mehn she is so fucking good. Mark from nowhere appears and in no time there no trace of sweet corn in the chilaquiles Maryam took her morning to make

he added, busying himself with the food he was eating. “That’s none of your business,” I snarl. “Of course, and then again. An eighteen-year-old figured you out with a mere laugh.” he clicked his tongue before grabbing a glass and eyed me from the rim. “Because she is freaking hyperthymesia. She can remember things thoroughly.” I scowl, "It's uniquely annoying, I know." I clench my fist, letting my fury out through the nose. “Maybe if you had done your job thoroughly,” he looked at me, “You would have known,” he scoffed. "I thought you were better that me because I would have sniffed from a mile away."

“I cannot forget everything she did to us.” I said nothing. “Do you love me, Scott?” I snapped my eyes at her when she asked this. “Of course, I love you, Maura.” “Can you fulfill my one wish?” “Gladly.” “Kill Camille and end her chapter.” My jaw flexed. “I’ll kill her, but not now. This is not the right time.” “It’s been eight years since you’re waiting for the right time.” Maura scoffed. “I know you’ll never kill her.” She turned around and walked off into the room.

But a dark part of me wanted to see his face when he realized he had lost me forever. Would he feel the same crushing pain he made me feel? Would he finally understand what it was like to be discarded? I bit my lip, staring at the glowing numbers on my screen. 6:01 PM. One hour left. I could almost picture him, standing at our old spot, expecting me to come running like before. But I’m not that woman anymore. I walked to my closet, flipping through dresses. I wasn’t sure why I cared about what I wore, but deep inside, I knew—if I was going to face Kenneth, he needed to see what he lost.

Camila. The memory of her trapped in my arms minutes before hit me like a blow. The way she fought against her own body not to give in. The anger in her eyes. The taste of the bite that still burned in my mouth. It was all so vivid that I was surprised Maura was still talking to me. “If you don't want me anymore, you better let me know right away,” she said, stepping back a little, as if she were leaving.

She said she had recorded everything in there. He picked up his pants and checked their pockets. He took out his wallet and phone and her watch. He observed it closely. There was a very small button on the bottom corner of the watch and a memory card inside it in the opposite direction. He pressed it and the memory card popped out. He got his laptop and put the memory card inside it. He opened the memory card file and clicked on the video file. He watched the video with anger. He couldn’t see the faces since Clara’s hands were tied back but he could hear everything very clearly. His blood boiled as he heard Drake confess to everything and his heart broke into pieces as he heard her screams w

As soon as those thoughts formed in my head, Mia Lu smiled knowingly and I realized that she had heard my thoughts. Within a twinkle of an eye, I felt a heavy weight in my head before memories I didn’t know I had flooded my mind. Memories such as seeing Aurelia dying in the hands of Larisa who laughed evilly. Memories such as running after Larisa as she held my kids in a chokehold. Memories– I blacked out before I could even tell Susanna that she was making a mistake by doing this to me. I blacked out, anger pumping in my veins but it was nothing close to the worry consuming me. Even after I passed out, I still worry about the woman I loved.

"Is that a bad memory?" She instantly shook her head. “It’s not a bad memory. But, those are memories that were beautiful yet tragic. They’re too painful to handle,” she narrated with a bittersweet smile on her lips. What she said was true, she doesn’t want to forget the memories with Hunter, but for now... she doesn’t also want to remember it. It was too painful for her, those memories were making her stuck in the past. “I didn’t mean to forget those memories, I just don’t want to remember it... for now.” It happened to Eura that everyone move on already, their friends and families already moved on from Hunter’s death. But, it happened that... she’s still in the place where he left her. And

He chuckled, joining us for a drink. “So, I heard you married a hot chick! When are you introducing us to her?” I rolled my eyes at their misconception about my marriage. Did they really think I chose Elena Nomikov willingly over Andrea Cromwell? “I threw her out of my life. Please stop bringing her up.” Maddox sobered up while Killian pushed a peg towards me. “Chill, we’re just kidding! So what brings you here to LA? Surely not Andrea!” I gaped at Maddox, wondering what he knew about Andrea. Did he know about my brief association with her in Athens?

It was just me and the driver in the cab heading to my destination. “Don’t mind Mrs Link.” the driver laughed. “She is my faithful client. I always drive her around, and she even tips me and leaves me good reviews. I think today she was just in a bad mood.” “Yea…” I sighed “Well, Mrs Link has a daughter, Susanna Link, about your age or something. You look young. Anyway, her daughter Susanna was working for Hall. Dominic Hall, up until last month. I do not like to gossip much, but Dominic Hall is not really a pleasant man from the way Mrs. Link would talk about how her daughter complained.” he replied