Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal: I Left, He Crawled Back
In the fifth year of Irene Shaw's marriage to Ethan Hart, he was involved in a car accident and lost his memory.
No matter how she tried to prove that they had once loved each other, Ethan still insisted on a divorce.
His reasoning was hard to refute. "If I really loved you as much as you claim, how could I forget you?"
The childhood sweetheart who had once cut him off without hesitation had now become his sole emotional anchor.
He looked at Irene coldly. "Since you know this is a mistake, why not end it cleanly?"
The hands that had once refused to let her go now recoiled from even her lightest touch.
Disheartened and exhausted, Irene signed her name and pushed him completely out of her life.
Not long after, Ethan stopped her in the rain, his eyes red from crying.
"Irene, don't leave me. You said I'd never lose you."
As the car window slid shut, the arm around her waist tightened instinctively, and someone spoke before she could. "Drive on. Irene said she doesn't know him."
She lowered her gaze, feeling a serene detachment, "I really don't know him."
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Chapter 6
Ethan swirled the wine in his glass, one arm still wrapped around Sophie's waist.
"I've thrown them out. Why keep something that's been collecting dust?" He frowned at the glances coming from the guests, his expression darkening. "Didn't I tell you to stay away tonight?"
Sophie's face hardened as she bit down on her lower lip. "Irene, did you really have to come and ruin things for me today?"
Irene raised her hand and slapped her hard. The sharp sound cut through the air, bringing the gentle music to an abrupt stop.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Furious, Ethan grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the exit without giving her a chance to resist.
Irene yanked herself free. It wasn't until they reached the doors that she finally caught her breath.
Ethan was still raging. "How could you hit her? Do you know how long it took me to convince Sophie to let me celebrate her birthday? Her parents died in a plane crash on her birthday. She hasn't celebrated it in years…"
"I've already signed it, Ethan. We're getting divorced."
The words were spoken lightly, yet they stopped Ethan cold.
He stared at her in disbelief. "What did you say?"
She pulled the agreement from her bag and slapped it against his face.
"Isn't this what you wanted? I've agreed. But I don't have time to waste on you. We do it now."
Ethan's eyes widened, his hands trembling at his sides. A moment later, he forced himself to calm down.
He made a call, and a faint smile even crept onto his face.
"No need to go through all that trouble. I'll have someone come handle it. Irene… I didn't expect you to come around."
He called Agnes over and told her to retrieve the design drafts that had been thrown into the trash and give them back to Irene.
Throughout the entire process, he was calculating time. The surgery date was less than a month away, and he still needed to hold a private wedding to reassure Sophie.
Once Sophie obediently went into surgery, the dress he'd ordered for Irene would arrive as well. By then, he'd need to figure out how to suddenly "remember" Irene.
When the staff arrived to handle the paperwork and reminded them to sign, he couldn't help glancing at Irene quickly.
Irene's eyes didn't redden. She signed without hesitation.
"The divorce decree will take some time to process," the staff member said.
She wrote down an address, handed it over, then stood up, lifted the box of design drafts, and turned to leave.
A sudden hollowness hit Ethan. He stood and followed her. "Where are you going? I'll have the driver take you."
The moment his fingers touched her arm, she flung his hand away.
"Get away from me."
Ethan relaxed. Irene had always been like this. If she could still lash out at him, it meant she still cared.
With that thought, his indifference returned. "Suit yourself. We're done anyway. This marriage was a mistake to begin with."
Sophie rushed out from the hall, clearly having already heard about their divorce.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she waved at him like she used to as a child. A ring he'd ordered not long ago gleamed on her ring finger.
Ethan felt an inexplicable irritation. When he looked up, Irene was already walking away, dragging the box behind her.
As he held Sophie's hand to cut the cake, his hand suddenly trembled. A large chunk of frosting slid off and splattered onto the floor.
The guests offered hollow congratulations. "Congratulations to Ethan and Sophie on reuniting. True lovers always find their way back, no matter how much time passes."
Ethan responded absentmindedly, letting Sophie clasp his fingers tightly, her eyes shining with joy.
Leaning against his chest, she murmured softly, "Let's have the wedding tomorrow. I know you've already prepared everything."
Ethan nodded, instinctively reaching for the wedding ring pressed deep in his pocket.
He comforted himself that life was lived only once and he shouldn't owe himself any regrets. When he was young, he had imagined what a wedding with Sophie would be like.
He told himself this was simply fulfilling a youthful dream. Once it ended, he would return to where he truly belonged.
That night, he got drunk for the first time in ages, throwing an arm around Miles's shoulder and slurring out his truth.
"I never really imagined Mrs. Hart being anyone other than Irene. But come on, when a man's first love shows up, how many can actually resist?"
As he said this, Irene had just passed through boarding. She stepped onto the plane without looking back.
As she took her seat, a new message came in from Ethan.
This time, she didn't open it. She removed the SIM card and dropped it straight into the airsickness bag.
Along with a marriage fractured by five years of cracks, she left it all behind.
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8.4
Title: 365: The Architecture of Yearning
Five years. That's how long Sebastian Moretti has been a ghost, haunting the streets of London in search of the girl with green eyes who shattered his cold, Sicilian heart.
To the world, Sebastian is the "King of Shadows"-a man of ice, blood, and absolute power. But in the silence of his private villa, he is a man hollowed out by a single, obsessive memory. He didn't just want a woman; he wanted the soul of the girl who didn't even know his name.
When he finally takes her, he gives her a choice that feels like a sentence: 365 days to fall in love with him, or she goes free.
Elara Vance was a woman of logic, a quiet architect building a life out of glass and steel in London. She never expected to be the centerpiece of a mafia king's obsession. She should hate him for the gilded cage he's built for her. She should run from the darkness that follows him like a shroud.
But as the days bleed into nights, the lines between captive and queen begin to blur. Behind Sebastian's terrifying dominance is a raw, agonizing yearning that pulls at Elara's soul. In the heat of the Sicilian sun and the unfiltered intimacy of the midnight hours, she discovers that the man who stole her is the only one who truly sees her.
As a Russian war looms and betrayals surface from within, Elara must decide: is she a prisoner of his walls, or the architect of his heart?
In a world where every touch is a claim and every kiss is a battle, 365 days might not be enough. Because once the monster falls in love, he doesn't just want your time.
He wants your forever.
7.6
Cierra Monroe never meant to steal her mother's life.
One veil. One signature. One wedding meant to save her family....But lies spoken at an altar don't disappear.
Dominic Vance remembers the girl who stood beside him. The way she trembled. The way her eyes lingered.
And when the truth comes out, he doesn't let her go.
What starts as a secret turns into obsession.
What feels like protection becomes control.
And love quickly turns violent.
Cierra is hunted, locked away, and forced to choose between men who all want her for different reasons.
Her boyfriend fights for her freedom.
Her protector betrays her trust.
And her stepfather decides she belongs to him.
Blood is spilled.
Guns are raised.
Promises are broken.
And Cierra learns too late that some vows never end... even when they were never meant to be real.
Because not all that glitters is gold.
Sometimes... all that glitters is my stepdad.
7.6
" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. "
When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything... her father's trust and happiness.
****
" Damnit, Amelia! He's my friend! " Her father snarled.
" And he's my lover! " She yelled right back.
Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. "
" And old, " he added in a whisper.
" I'm not a child anymore, daddy. I'm 21 " Amelia answered.
" Who knows nothing! End it with him or I'll disown you! " He was shouting now.
She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I'm going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. "
" He's being called a monster for a reason. Don't you know why? "
" Stupid reason. He doesn't deserve it. " she retorted and added, " And isn't he supposed to be your friend? "
Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I'm going to protect you from him. "
" At all cost. "
7.6
The gunman pressed a Glock to my temple and gave my husband a choice.
"One walks out. One stays. Choose, Mr. Underboss."
I wasn't worried. I was Haven. I was his wife of ten years, his Consigliere, the woman who built his empire.
Beside me sobbed Gemma, a fragile twenty-two-year-old he had known for six months.
"Take Gemma! Leave Haven!" Connor screamed, his honor twisting into something unrecognizable.
He walked out of the warehouse with another woman in his arms, leaving me to be butchered.
I didn't wait for the bullet. I threw myself through a glass window into the freezing canal.
I survived the fall, but the life inside me didn't.
After five years of failed IVF, the miracle baby I hadn't even told Connor about was gone.
While I lay in a cold hospital room, bleeding out the remains of our child, my husband was buying diamond earrings for the woman who had set me up to die.
When the doctor tried to sedate me for the surgery, I grabbed his wrist.
"No anesthesia," I commanded.
"But the pain..."
"I want to feel it," I said, staring at the ceiling. "I want to feel every scrap of him leaving my body."
I burned that pain into my soul. Then, I went home, poured gasoline over our wedding bed, and lit a match.
Two years later, I returned to the city.
Connor thought I was dead.
But when he saw me on the arm of his mortal enemy, wearing the crown of a rival Queen, he realized his mistake.
He didn't just lose a wife. He started a war.
7.5
He wasn't supposed to notice her.
She wasn't supposed to want him.
And her daughter definitely wasn't supposed to fall in love with him first.
"He's not just dangerous," she whispers to herself . "He's the kind of man who ruins your life slowly... and makes you thank him for it."
He rides loud.
He loves hard.
And once he wants something, he doesn't let go.
"You don't get to look at me like that," she tells him.
His smile is slow. Predatory. Certain.
"I already did," he says. "And now you're mine."
She's a single mother barely holding it together.
He's a biker king with blood on his hands and loyalty carved into his bones.
Their worlds should never touch.
But they collide anyway.
"You think I don't know what you're doing to me?" he growls.
Her back hits the wall. His body cages her in.
"You think I'd touch you if I didn't plan to keep you?"
This isn't a sweet romance.
It's raw. Possessive. Unforgiving.
The kind of love that marks you.
"Mummy," her daughter says softly, holding his hand.
"Can he stay forever?"
He shouldn't want them.
But the idea of leaving them hurts worse than any knife.
"I don't share," he tells her in the dark.
"Not my bike. Not my club. And definitely not my woman."
One kiss turns into hunger.
One night turns into obsession.
And one choice could burn everything down.
"If you climb on my bike," he warns, voice low and lethal,
"you don't get off unchanged."
9.1
Alyssa wanted just one thing in life, to be loved by her family and her mate but after a near-death experience, she realized they don't care about her and they never will. Her family disowned her and banished her from the pack, her mate rejected her and mated with her sister who set her up and almost got her killed.
"They hate me for no reason! They don't want me and now I am going to show them! I am going to make them regret ever being mean to me."
Determined to make those who hate and want her dead pay, she goes on a journey of self-discovery with the help of Jace Carter, a powerful alpha who at first just wanted to use Alyssa to get revenge on the Dark Blood pack for what they did to his sister but found himself drawn to her.
"Be my Luna and I will stand by you and make those who hurt you pay."
His offer was too tempting for Alyssa to say no even though she knew better than to trust Jace especially because of the feud that started between their packs after one of her brothers hurt his sister.
"The enemy of my enemies is my friend,"
Alyssa is determined and nothing can stop her. With the power that comes with being Luna of the Wildheart pack, her full potential is finally unleashed! Healer? Seer? Mind reader? She got powers that she didn't even know of and one by one, she discovers them.
Now her family and pack want her. "Alyssa, you are a member of this pack, you have to come back to the Dark Blood pack."
Too late...