Forget Me Twice Carina Taylor Novels & Stories

Every sound he made was lodged deep in her memory, an echo she couldn’t forget, a temptation she didn’t want to resist. But reality intruded, who she was, Sarah, a renowned cardio-thoracic surgeon, a woman who had survived heartbreak, divorce, and a career where mistakes could cost lives. She wasn’t some reckless girl chasing a fantasy. And yet, her body betrayed her, recalling each sensation with vivid, merciless clarity.

The incriminating evidence of his forbidden act. He didn’t have to replay it on his phone; it was already burned into his mind. The flicker of light across his bare shoulder, the half-heard laugh, his laugh mingling with Natalie’s voice. A moment of weakness, one he had shoved into a locked drawer in his memory, now in Ingrid’s hands. It was almost laughable how neatly his own mother had cornered him.

I’m confused. Can Carina remember that the person she bumped into was her best friend, Dina?

I would always want more when it comes to her. Except I don't deserve it. "You will be fine Carina" I whisper, touching my forehead to hers. If I let her, she might be able to fix that broken part inside me. But at what cost? "You're better off not remembering anything. You have a second chance. Live your life like every day is the last and forget about the past. For your own good, I hope you never remember" Slowly, I lower her on the bed then leave in a hurry before I change my mind. It's clear that she's the only person who can make me feel better but I'm determined to hold onto my anger. Because without it, every other wretched feeling inside me will bury me.

What followed was an overwhelming emptiness, every cell in her body begged to be filled by him again. Raven spoke with a mocking tone, “Oh really? But I don’t remember a thing, what can you do about it?” Cara wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her face to look at him with eyes full of sincerity. Then, her sweet voice echoed directly in his mind, “Let me help you. You’ll remember. We were truly happy together, you can’t just forget me like this!” Cara thought of the time she was imprisoned, how she had longed for him and clung to their beautiful memories. And yet, he had completely forgotten she even existed. Her eyes suddenly grew wet, and her heart ached with injustice and sorrow.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

She is right, I still fell for him in this life. “You actually can remember your past lives?” I asked facing her. “Now that I’ve accepted my fate. Angelo worked really hard finding me and taming me making me remember that I am his beloved.” I can’t relate what she is saying but it’s full of new information. “Why can’t I remember mine?” I asked disappointed. “You don’t have to remember. Just don’t fall for him or you will do the same mistake you did before.” “Don’t worry Carina. I’m not planning to ruin things.”