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Justine and Hershey Side Story Flash back... The Past.. This is part of the scene are filming by the directors and actors that happened in Love and Lost Memories. This is Justine's Point Of View in the novel. I thought she would never lose her memory. I thought it was fine. But because of our involvement in the trouble of thebtwo mafias. Everything gets worse. I lost her again. How many years. I've been looking for her for years. It's been a few years but nothing. I have neglected our son because of the bereavement and relentless search for her whereabouts.

"No. You had three years of chances. They are over. Stop calling her. Stop texting her. If you show up at the Lawson estate, security will remove you. If you contact her again, I will make sure Chen Industries loses every contract you have with our subsidiaries. Do you understand?" "I understand." He hung up. I sat in my empty apartment, staring at the background check, understanding finally the magnitude of what I lost. Not just a wife. Not just a convenient donor. I lost a woman who gave up billions to see if I could love her for herself. And I loved her so little I did not even notice her. I went through our apartment room by room, really looking this time. In the bedroom, I found a journ

I decided to give her some space and headed to the kitchen to grab two glasses of juice. From the kitchen, I could hear her sobbing. It was hard to grasp the reality that she was on the verge of losing her husband, and her child would grow up without knowing his father. “Miles is not the father of my pup.” I heard her voice as I stepped back into the room, and I lost my footing, spilling juice all over the floor, my mouth agape in shock. Guys please read my other co-author books Alpha Lucious, His Purchased wife , Betrayed By My Ex claimed by his father, Alpha Evander's Rejection on G.O.O.D.N.O.V.E.L

He read them and slumped on the bed. “No, no, no.” He screamed. So, it was not a dream. He had lost Elena. He had divorced her. His wife was with someone else now. He had let her go. He should have saved her, but instead he betted her. “Urrgghhhhhh.” He bawled at his own eyes and screamed. What kind of a man he had become. He had lost his job and she had supported him. He had lied to her, she still supported him. He raised his hand on her, she still didn’t say a word. Now, he betted her and she is gone. His angel wife was gone. God knows what she must be going through. That bastard must have done terrible things to her. He stood up. He had to bring his wife back. He had to get her back. He

"Alright, Mama." She crossed her arms. "Your turn to talk." I took a deep breath. And I told her everything. Everything. Starting with Room 1243. The pregnancy. Rowen's promise to change. How he broke that promise the very next day. How I started over from nothing. Meeting Adrian for the first time at Lena's restaurant. How he somehow kept appearing in my life. How he continued supporting me. Looking after me. How I started working at Henrix Properties. How everything finally began falling into place.

Adrian said. "Depends." "The man from the café yesterday." He said it casually. Conversationally. The tone of someone raising something they've been thinking about but don't want to appear to have been thinking about. "Your ex-husband." There it was. "What about him?" I said. "Is he still in Paris?" "As far as I know." A pause. We turned a corner. "How does that feel? Having him here." I considered the question honestly. "Strange," I said. "He's — different from how I remembered him."

GIRL THIS IS A MAN WHO WAS MARRIED TO YOU 👀 @DirtyLaundryDept: If this is your ex?? oh my god. The way he sounds BROKEN. This is not casual typing. This is 'I lost my wife and I’m dying.' @TeaIsHot: No seriously — someone connect the dots. Mistress scandal. Divorce rumors. The disappearance. Is this THAT couple???? Couple? @BurnBook: If this is the asshole husband from the news?? I’m perched with popcorn. I need answers NOW.

𝐻𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐴𝐻 For a few seconds, I didn't know what exactly to say to him. This man had Jacob’s sharp jawline, Jacob’s dark eyes, and Jacob’s towering frame—yet looking at him felt like staring at a stranger wearing my husband’s skin. ​The only thing he lost was his memories, so why did it feel like his entire soul had been wiped clean? This wasn't the Jacob I knew. He sounded and acted different all at the same time.

This wasn't the happy ending I had dreamed of. It’s so funny how all the love and trust I had felt for my husband evaporated like a wisp of smoke. In his absence, I was left vulnerable and exposed. And this stranger, this predator, is making me feel loved and desired—something I have never felt since I lost my mom.

Juliette, wearing a bridal veil, merely smiled. Andrew apparently loved her deeply and hated Anastasia so much that, even at their own wedding altar, he was still thinking about Juliette's fate. He had no idea that Anastasia was the one who would soon end up in the cold bed of Tristan Westwood—the tycoon who had lost his bite.