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How come he did not see the agony in my eyes and bitterness in my voice when I said so? Did he really think the life I was living now was one of those which he had chosen for me rather than what his betrayal forced upon me? The thoughts playing with my mind were disordered and unsorted memories of past and present, so intertwined that I could hardly figure out which was which. It overwhelmed me like waves bringing back memories from the sea—a life we had once shared—the joy, the daydreams we once lived for, or even silent moments filled with satisfaction, all tasted like but this sweetness turned sour.

The bitter memory surfaced from the depth of my heart, sending a wave of melancholy through me. Irene didn’t fail to notice the sudden shift in my mood. As she placed her warm hand atop mine, she gave my fingers a gentle squeeze. “Are you alright?” “Yes.” I said, blinking away the tears, “I just remembered a bad memory.” I couldn’t tell if Irene had suspected that it had something to do with a previous pregnancy of mine as she didn’t probe me any further. Understanding that I didn’t want to dwell on the topic further, she tried to distract me.

And very aesthetic how the sun sets and makes the clouds appear like they are burning in yellow flames. I closed my eyes and vividly recalled that day. I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back,’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Eric, does he even remember me? He may not even know I exist. Everything that we shared, it only take less than sixty days to turned them into memories, a bitter sweet memories which only I reminisce. And surely to him they m

And maybe that was the worst part. Grief left marks, too. Marks that didn’t fade with kisses or promises. The wine warmed in her palm. She still hadn’t sipped it. Her mouth was too dry. Her throat, a closed hallway full of ghosts. It didn’t matter. The silence was full. Weighted. Rich. And then the memory came—lurid, ridiculous, too sweet to be real.

fun memories with him. Have you forgotten that I was once a maid in this pack? He rarely noticed my presence except those times that he punished me or yelled in my face.' I said to the physician and he looked defeated. It was the truth though. I couldn't think of any fun memories that were worth remembering. Zachary and I had been through several huddles ever since the first day I sensed him to be my mate. I couldn't tell if I was the one that brought chaos to my mate's life or if he was also as unlucky as I was fated to be. 'That's all I could think of, Luna. I'm sorry." The old physician said before leaving me to be swallowed up by my thoughts. What am I meant to do now? "You can try to r

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

The past of sweet and ugly memories. The past of my sweet memories overshadowed my ugly past and then all of sudden, the sweet memories faded away, giving the ugly past a chance to excel again in my life. The disappearance of my sweet memories is making my ugly past overwhelming, giving it a chance for me to remember again how it once hurt and finding it difficult to heal. My ugly past was painful but the disappearance of my sweet past was worse. It left me broken. But nature was at work. I couldn't hold on to him because it was time to go. Death took him away.

“They wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to us.” I couldn’t argue with him, not without my memories to back me up. But something about his explanation felt hollow, incomplete. And that bitterness in his voice... where did it come from? As I stared at him, flashes of a memory flickered in my mind. But this time, it was a little clearer. It was a stormy night, the wind gusting past me as I stood on the slippery edge of a cliff, herbs clinging to my hands. My breathing quickened as I tried to recall further. But they slipped away like sand through my fingers.

The name rang in my ears louder than anything else. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. Where… where had I heard that name before? It tickled the back of my mind, taunting me. Some old memory, some conversation I hadn’t cared enough about. Now it felt like that name was pulling the ground out from under my feet. My stomach twisted into a tight, painful knot. I tried to swallow, but it was like trying to swallow a rock. My palms went clammy. My fingers shook slightly where they hung by my sides.

BITTER LOVE Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2021 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Josie Fifteen years ago… A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.