Remembered Too Late
My husband, Roger Harvey, was a renowned top-tier lawyer in the industry, but he could never remember anything outside of his cases.
He never remembered my birthday or our wedding anniversary.
Every night he stood at the bedroom door and asked politely yet distantly, "Is this the one?"
He could not even remember my name or what I looked like.
To make him "remember" me, I hung our wedding photo on the wall with a label underneath. "Anniversary: May 20."
I put a nameplate on the bedroom door that read "Bedroom."
I even labeled everything in the house with sticky notes that explained in detail how to use each item and its background.
I thought it was a side effect of his high-pressure job, so I never complained.
That changed the day a multi-car pileup sent both me and his childhood friend, Sylvie Gordon, into the emergency room at the same time.
He rushed frantically to Sylvie's bedside and shouted in a clear, urgent voice, "She has tachycardia. She caught a cold last month but no fever."
The nurse handling the rescue grabbed him and asked, "Sir, your wife is also seriously injured. Does she have any medical history or allergies?"
He turned his head, looked at me covered in blood, and shook his head blankly. "I don't remember."
In that moment I finally understood. He was not forgetful. His memory was astonishingly sharp.
He simply reserved that precise, precious memory for someone else.
Everything about me he had never cared to keep in his heart.
This was a dramatic tug-of-war between love and betrayal.
It was a heart-wrenching journey of self-redemption.
Yet when I decided to leave, he was suddenly filled with panic...
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Chapter 3
I lay in the hospital for three days.
In those three days, Roger sent no calls or messages.
He seemed to have completely forgotten that he had a wife named Josie Walton.
Sonya came to keep me company every day. She cared for me while handling the follow-up matters.
I used a newly purchased phone card and sent a message to Roger's assistant in a stranger's tone. "Ms. Josie Walton will travel out of town for a one-month retreat. Please do not disturb her with any matters during this time."
The assistant replied quickly. "Understood. Received."
I knew he would definitely pass the message to Roger.
Roger would only think I was considerate for tactfully disappearing when he needed to care for Sylvie.
On the morning of the fourth day, I pulled out the IV tube from my hand.
With Sonya's help, I completed the discharge procedures and left the hospital quietly.
I did not go home. I asked Sonya to make a trip for me.
I did not want to set eyes again on that house filled with my efforts and despair.
Sonya followed my request and placed the ring on the nightstand in the bedroom, next to the photo frame I once wiped clean every day.
In the picture, I smiled brightly while his expression remained distant.
When she returned, she told me, "I put away your photos from the bedroom and the living room. I cleared every spot where your face could be seen."
I nodded. "Thank you."
She hesitated as if wanting to say more. "Josie, are you really sure about this? Once you leave, you might never come back."
I looked out the window. The distant sky hung gray and heavy, much like my past five years.
But I knew the sun would break through eventually.
"I'm sure." My tone stayed firm. "The world is so big. There has to be a place without Roger and without Sylvie."
The moment I boarded the train, I glanced back at the city where I had lived for over twenty years.
It held my youth, my love, my pain.
Now I left all of it behind here.
The train started moving slowly and carried me toward an unknown future.
Josie Walton had died.
She died in that car accident and in Roger's indifferent gaze.
From now on, I was just myself.
A free person who lived for herself.
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9.2
His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he moved, each slow thrust driving me closer to the edge. I whimpered, my body straining, every nerve on fire.
"The way you're trembling under me is driving me insane," his Uncle whispered to my ears.
****
When Zara Devereux woke up in another woman's body, she had only one mission, vengeance.
The man who murdered her, Cassian Blackwell, had built his empire on blood, lies, and power. But now, she had his wife's face, and a perfect chance to ruin him from within.
What she didn't plan for was Sterling, Cassian's enigmatic uncle, a man who saw through her façade long before she confessed the truth. Their attraction became a dangerous secret, blurring the line between deception and desire.
Zara discovers the elite world she now inhabits is darker than she ever imagined. In a society built on power, lies, and blood oaths, she must either play their game, or lose everything all over again.
Can she unmask the truth before it consumes her... or will she become the next casualty behind the mask?
7.1
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**One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.**
Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part.
But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works.
When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart.
Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender.
He wants her to fight back.
**"Use me,"** he says.
In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
8.6
He marked her like property.Then Completely turned on her
Cecelia was never meant to survive the bond, she was just meant to bleed for it.chosen for her pack use for an alignment, discarded when she became inconvenient.zeke took everything from her: her freedom, her future,and something she never meant to give; her heart
But she didn't die.
She learned.
Now she's back, unrecognizable, with poison in her smile and vengeance stitched into her skin. His mark still burns on her body.But the girl he broke is gone
And the woman she's become want nothing to do
with him she doesn't want his love
She wants him to break
And this time, she'll make sure he stays broken
7.9
Her father, a gambler, owed a lot of money to a Wealthy Family Who are wolves particularly to Don Master Cole, who is rich, and hair to the Empire.
He negotiated to give out the daughter on contract for marriage knowing he wouldn't be able to pay but wanted to benefit more from Cole.
Nancy had no option but accepted the conditions in order to rescue her father, Martins.
Their mutual agreement takes an unexpected turn when, surprisingly , Fredrick Williams, Cole's younger brother who has eyes on Nancy, used his men and abducted her on their way. He wanted her to himself.
Don Master Cole (DMC) didn't know his brother had in hand on Nancy's abduction.
Nancy had found solace with Cole but surfers in the hands of her abductors in standing by for Cole having seen she has a lot to gain if he marries her.
How could she be rescued hence Fredrick vows never to give up,
change her mind and accept the condition of Fredrick to earn her freedom or will she negotiate not to deal with any of them?