Forgiving What You Can't Forget Audiobook Novels & Stories

I babbled the nonsense that was floating around my head. “Forget those two. Karma comes around. You were the best thing that ever happened to Adrian. He will realize it soon. Do you remember what you did for him? The insults you accepted? The pretentious people you faked relationships with? The family secrets you pretended not to know? Please! I give it two years before he realizes he lost the best thing that ever happened to him.” I’m not sure how much of this she believes, but it was a pep talk that I needed to hear.

“It was very hard for me, Mrs. Eloísa, to decide to come back to him. Today, my biggest battle is with my own mind. I don’t know how things will be from now on, but I decided to try. Let’s see if life surprises me.” Eloísa smiled gently. “I know you haven’t forgiven my son yet. And I don’t judge you for that. But understand this: forgiving is not forgetting what was done to you. After all, people only forget with amnesia—and no one wants illness, right?” They both smiled briefly, through their tears.

I'll break and right now that utterly can not happen. He shrugs and tries to recall the first time. It takes him a moment but eventually I can see a lightbulb go off in his head. "I remember-" he nearly seems to give out a giggle. "Remember in those dreams of ours? How over and over they wanted us to remember so bad? What do you think would happen if we couldn't? If our brains forced us to forget." He reminisces, I don't have time for this. Well, actually I do have time. We don't have much to do. No- I don't have much to do. Yet, I don't want to be here longer than I have to. Every moment doesn't feel right.

I am forever grateful to her for it. It hurt, of course, it did. Was I used to it, not entirely? I kept it away from them for 7 years. It doesn't matter now, I am in a good place in life. That memory won't be forgotten. My principle is to forgive but never forget. He ruined me, they ruined.

“Did you receive my gift?” Jacyn didn’t flinch or step back. She met his gaze directly, her voice professional but utterly cool. “Yes, Mr. Yan. I received it. And I put it away in a drawer. I don’t have time for distractions during business hours.” Yan chuckled softly, completely unfazed by her rejection, though a shadow of real pain crossed his features. He hated that she looked at him with the eyes of a stranger. “You call it a distraction. I call it a reminder. You were only twelve when the world tried to erase me from your memory, Jacyn. But I was there. I was a part of your story long before Liam ever built his walls around you.”

“Erm, anyway, you were out on the deck drinking hot chocolate, and reading. You had my attention immediately. And from that moment I knew. I came back, night after night. Oh, how I loved to hear your laughter dancing on the night breeze…” Her face seemed twisted somewhere between pain and confusion. Was she struggling to remember? It was all so clear within my mind, and it was all the memories Aria and I had so frequently revisited together. Precious memories. It hurt that they could be so easily gone. I knew this whole experience was going to be extremely hard for me…

And in doing so, I shattered something precious between us, something that can never be fully repaired. I wish I could turn back time, erase my mistakes, and rewrite our story with a happier ending. But life doesn’t offer such easy solutions. All I can do now is try to atone for my actions, to prove through my deeds that I’ve changed, that I’ve learned from my past errors. Perhaps one day, if fate is kind, she’ll be able to see the sincerity in my efforts and consider forgiving me.

The only thing I left behind for Irene was a signed divorce agreement. The moment I boarded the plane, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. I had thrown everything away just for the sake of my little family in my previous life. Forget going abroad, I didn't even leave the province. Yet, all that devotion got me nowhere. After I died, my soul was chained to Irene. I was forced to watch as she and that man walked side by side every day. I burned with anger, but there was nothing I could do. I watched them act all lovey-dovey right in front of me, all the way until I was given a second chance.

I said, and showed her all the text messages Sienna had sent me, leaving him pale. Though his eyes were filled with tears, I couldn't care less and growl, "Now return my ring." "Fiona… Can't you just give me a chance? Just this once?" he asked, his voice raspy as he looked upon me pleadingly. I shook my head nonetheless. "I decided to leave when you refused to Mark me, but I had waited for fourteen days after that day." "But you never once came home to see me once." Duke was left silent for a long while, his tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I refuse to keep people like you around me.” She let out a loud cry like her world was ending. The healer’s face was etched with surprise as she watched the scene unfold. “My Luna, it would never happen again. I acted out of hurt.” She explained. My head was starting to ache and I was completely fed up with the chaos. So with a wave of my hand, I said. “You’re forgiven, I’ll send for you when I need you. But for now, I’m fine with….” I turned to the healer.