I Can't Remember To Forget You Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But when it comes to my heart and body I can decide who can come near it from now on. Staring at my friend and her Mate, I give her a reassuring smile even though I feel uncertainty in my heart. I know Grace only wants to see me happy and honestly, I forgot what being happy feels like. I think it is time I find what makes me happy starting by giving up the things that don’t. With my resolve made, I squeeze Grace’s hand, my smile growing wider as I look into her eyes ready to give her my answer. “Yes. No matter what, I am giving up on Riker Wraith for good.”

I run a hand through my dark, curly hair “I don’t have the best memory,” I admit. “I forgot you used to be a feeder.” “How?” she asks. “How could you forget?” “I remember the situation with Lex, but I forgot the details. We never really interacted before recently, so it just slipped my mind.” “Slipped your mind?” She drops the book back on the cart. Her eyes close as if she is trying to control her emotions. “You just forgot everything?” “Just the stuff with Lex turning you. I’m sorry. It must not have been a good memory for you.”

Although I felt relief as those painful memories slowly faded, a new fear began to take root—the fear of forgetting entirely. Forgetting the things I cared about. Forgetting the truth I had been waiting for. When I tried to recall what exactly I was waiting for, I realized I could barely remember anymore. Then, one day, a call broke through the fog. On the other end, a man's voice rang with excitement. "The men have been released. I’ve uncovered some new leads. Give me one more month, and I swear I’ll get to the truth. You’ll finally be proven innocent, and you can have a happy family again."

If I had, I never would've let him get near Sadie. I was actually confident that Sadie would never forget me. Seven years together wasn't something she could just forget. But it was that very confidence that cost me everything. I thought it'd be like before. All I had to do was wait a few days, and she'd forget again. I wouldn't even have to coax her back. But just that one time, everything changed. If I could turn back time to that day, I'd never have made that bet with my friends. I'd never have said those things I didn't mean.

But all that came to mind was that stupid empty bench where I must’ve left it. I dashed out of my room, nearly missing a step as I hurried downstairs. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my mind was a mess. How could I forget it? Of all things, how could I forget that book? “Miss, are you okay? What happened? Why are you running?” Irene asked, stepping out from the hallway with a concerned look. “Oh my gosh, I forgot—” I stopped, feeling breathless. “Forgot what?” she asked, reaching out as though to steady me. “Please, relax.”

"Cecelia Cervini, do you even have a heart?!" His voice cracked into a full-blown scream. And somehow, that grief clawed into me. My chest clenched. But he wasn't done. "It's fine. I forgive you. Just come home. We'll try again—have another kid. Start over." I shoved the weird ache aside and locked up tight. My voice came out cold. "I don't know you. I don't even get what you're saying." He gasped, eyes wide with panic. "I'm Oliver! How could you forget me?"

Even the few accomplishments I was allowed to take credit for had been forgotten in an instant, as if erased from memory. And for every failure of his that I had quietly taken responsibility for, no one remembered or acknowledged my sacrifice. He had kept me by his side all this time not out of love but because I was efficient. Because he couldn’t afford to lose control over someone like me—someone who worked for him without question, without reward or freedom.

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

“He’s terrified.” “He should be.” Derrick’s hand found her knee, sliding upward along the silk of the dress until his fingers rested against the bare skin of her thigh, the touch both comforting and openly possessive. “By this time tomorrow, both of them will understand that the only thing left of their plans is ash and regret. And you..” his voice roughened, dropping into something rawer “you will finally be free of every ghost that ever tried to claim you, every voice that ever tried to tell you what you were worth.”

It was more like an old memory coming back to life. A reminder of a time when things had been simple. Before my family. Before the lies. Before I found myself pregnant for a man I don't even know My smile faded slightly. I quickly pushed the thought away. The meeting started, and everyone turned their attention to the presentation. Brandon occasionally leaned closer to the documents in front of him, and whenever our eyes met, he gave me that familiar little smile. I couldn't help smiling back. For the first time since everything happened, I felt genuinely happy.