The Forgotten Love Novel Novels & Stories

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

The girl who smiled through her pain, misunderstanding love as a form of sacrifice. The girl who remained silent, equating loyalty with endurance. The girl who believed that if she loved fiercely enough, he would eventually choose her. God, how I despised her. I inhaled deeply, choking back the lump forming in my throat. The tears held firm, burning behind my lashes, threatening to cascade down my cheeks. “I just want to forget,” I murmured to the night, my voice trembling in the stillness. But forgetting was never that simple, not as easy as bolting shut a door or tossing an old letter into a fire.

She knew she would never set foot in that house again, never sleep in that bed. With a deep breath, Sarah turned away from the house, away from the memories, away from the pain. She started walking, one step at a time, towards a new chapter in her life, towards an unknown future. She disappeared from view, the house stood silent, its secrets and stories locked within its walls, a testament to the love that had been lost. ***********************************

My eyes are darting over the damage to the car. This is not how I had wanted to find my mate. I had wanted to find her well. Be able to convince her to return with me. Tell her what a fool I had been. Knowing that in spite of everything she had fallen for me again meant the world to me. We had found one another once and fallen for one another, and in a cruel twist of fate, she had forgotten me, and fallen for me all over again... I had been blessed, not just once but twice. I could not let my girl die.

As she closed her eyes, the image of Ezra filled her mind, and no matter how she tried to refocus her attention on something else, all of her efforts were wasted. She had thought she had forgotten him; she thought he was in her past; she thought she had moved on and was in love with Micah. It made her really begin to question all she knew: did I really love Micah, or was he a way for me to forget the lingering pain that leaving Ezra had caused?

Even then, I had signed my life away without realizing the kind of emptiness that awaited me. The other woman laughed lightly, her hand brushing his arm. My stomach churned. I wondered how he could look at her with such warmth while treating me as if I were a shadow. I had loved him once, fiercely, naively. Now, all I felt was bitterness and a hollow ache that settled deep in my chest.

“I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll move on with your life. You'll have so much fun with your buddies and you'll learn to forget about me.” “Nah, I doubt that. You’re my first unrequited love. I doubt I'm gonna forget this agonizing pain so easily.” There wasn't anything I could say at this point. He reached for my hand and I let him hold it. “I know you didn't fall in love with me. I know you hold space in your heart just for Joe. I know I'm nothing to you. But would you please not forget me so easily? Maybe in five years. Think of me often till the next five years. And then you can forget me. I think it's gonna console me a lot to know that I stayed in your mind that long.”

I felt found. And maybe the past experience wasn’t everything. Maybe some kinds of love stayed deeper—beyond memory, but never forgotten by the heart. His breathing grew slow and steady. I traced lazy circles on his chest, saying words he didn’t hear. “Darcy, I think I've fallen for you since when I don’t remember loving you,” I said, He didn’t answer me, sleep took him away. And since after the accident, I let myself believe that maybe forgetting the past could be a kind of beginning to a better future.

Was this truly what amnesia could do to a person? Silvanus restrained himself, refusing to fall for the trap of his wife’s charm. He had endured enough, and he would not let it all repeat. He never hated Aeliana—he only hated himself for loving her too much, a love so strong it could one day cost him his own life. Perhaps he was losing his mind. But that was the vow he had made to Aeliana when they married in Sydney—that he would never allow her to be unhappy or hurt, especially if he was the reason for it.